#this was stopped for a while when there was a massive pothole in front of my house
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My neighbor, the first house on the street, put up two “10 mph speed limit” signs (it was 15mph when I was a kid and the old sign is still there with 15, just propped up against a tree). And the placement of the first one makes sense, it’s right as you enter the street, but the other is before his house on the way out. He clearly only wants people to go the speed limit in front of his house
#driving his ATV loaded with kids wearing no helmets going 30*mph down the road?#that’s fine#I go slow because dirt road#pretttty sure it’s the two jeep owners with racist wheel covers speeding#anyways everyone just speeds up as they go past my house#this was stopped for a while when there was a massive pothole in front of my house#like you had to nearly come to a complete stop to go through it#but anyways idc my pets stay in my yard
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What Best Friends Do
Pairing | perv!eddie x best friend!reader
Warnings | MDNI 18+, porn with plot, Eddie is a such a perv(only for reader tho, he has some morals), he stares A LOT, meddling friends, guided masturbation (f), cumming together, dry humping, eddie cums in his pants, Eddie basically has an innocence kink
Words | 1,895
Summary | Forced to be gentlemanly with pussy on his mind, Eddie spends the night with his best friend for “the sake of safety”. A best friend with the shortest skirt and cutest pout he’s ever seen. Can he keep it together?
Technically Part Two
Eddie didn’t think this through. At all.
When Steve suggested taking everyone home in one trip, a resounding yes erupted from the group. The only problem was that there weren’t enough seats. Neither of you thought it was a massive deal at the time, it was only a 30-minute car ride. That was roughly 5 Metallica songs, 3 random brought-up topics between the 6 of you, and maybe 10 stoplights throughout Hawkins.
Everyone piled into the car as Robin called shotgun, while Nancy, Jonathan, and Eddie took the backseat. Hand in yours, your best friend helped you onto his lap for a less-than-comfortable ride home. But you would survive, it was just Eddie after all. The second your ass met his front, he regretted the entire thing. Every single pothole or speed bump pressed your body closer to his, and it was hell.
Eddie prayed to every god he could think of, hoping that Ozzy and Kirk could hear his pleas somehow. He tried to think of anything to stop his dick from pressing farther into your ass, but not even the image of his nana naked could make the smell of your perfume turn him on less. You could feel him, he was sure of it. And you were too innocent to not realize that every time you rubbed up against him made it worse. A particular “break test”, as Steve liked to call them, had Eddie’s arm wrapping around your waist, pushing your bodies so close together he had to bite his tongue to swallow his moans. If he was any more pathetic, he might’ve cum in his jeans.
So he closed his eyes and tried to ignore the heartbeat of your pussy against his crotch. Someone must’ve answered his prayers, because the next thing he knew Steve was triple honking to signal a house stop. Luckily enough, it was yours. Eddie braced your body as the car door opened, stopping you from falling. You thanked him, no matter how many times he said it was no trouble. Before anyone could say their goodbyes, Steve perked up to share an idea.
“Are your parents home?”
You told him no, and that they wouldn’t be back until much later in the night.
“Munson, haul ass and stay with 'em.”
The two boys made eye contact in Steve’s dashboard mirror, a silent war that you couldn’t decipher. Eddie turned towards the others to beg for help, all feigning innocence and ignoring his silent plea. Right now he was rock hard, and Steve was ruining his chance to go home and jerk off until he got friction burn. But then he turned to see your patient gaze as you waited for their decision, and just melted.
Fuck.
Sighing, Eddie climbed out of the car in defeat. He waited until you began walking to your front door to scold the rest of the car.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he angry-whispered.
“I don't know what you’re talking about Munson. Have fun though.” With that, Steve winked at the metalhead and drove off into the night.
He’s gonna regret this and he knows it.
“Eddie, you comin’ ?”
“Um, yeah. Sorry.”
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Eddie’s eyes began to unfocus, his head pounding as he took in the sight before him. There was something so… enticing about how little you understood the effect you had on him; on people in general. You didn’t think it was a huge deal, walking around your room in just a robe. But to Eddie, it was a massive deal. The thoughts he had earlier were coming back in full force and he had no way to escape them. There was only a single layer of material separating your naked body from the outside world and it drove him insane. He couldn’t stop himself from thinking about how short it was, making it so that just the right bend of your knees would him the perfect view of your pussy.
Eddie didn’t really believe in God, but now he was reconsidering it. He knew it was bad to think of you like this, especially someone like you, but he couldn’t help it. If anything, your lack of experience or knowledge made him hornier. The pillow covering his crotch didn’t help much either, the dense material providing friction with every movement of his hips.
“Eddie?” Your voice pulled him back to attention, focusing on you but not staring. Or at least trying not to stare.
“Yes baby?” You blushed at the nickname, never truly getting over his terms of endearment for you.
“I have a question.” He can tell by your tone that you’re nervous, and god it’s so cute. You bite on your lips as you think of what to say next, and all he can think about is that pretty little mouth sucking on his tip.
“Shoot.” You took a deep breath, trying to find the courage somewhere to say what you need to.
“Earlier in the car, I uh– I felt something.” Eddie fought off the urge to grin, the possibilities of what you said next giving him a depraved kind of rush.
“What did you feel sweetheart?” He pressed the pillow further into himself, grinding his hips ever so slightly for relief.
“Something hard. And…it felt good. I um…liked you pressed up against me. I felt tingly.” Eddie sat up straighter at your confession.
He could cum right now off your words alone.
“Yeah?” You nodded in response, averting your eyes as your cheeks burned with embarrassment.
“Do you wanna feel that again?” Eddie wanted to tear the pathetic robe off and fuck you over the nearest surface, but he knew he had to be patient and gentle.
“Yes.”
“Come here, baby. Come to Eddie.”
The bed dipped as you climbed over to him, your robe loosening just a little bit which he took notice of. Eddie removed the pillow, giving you a full view of the rock-hard erection he’d been hiding. A gasp fell from your lips, a hesitant hand reaching out before you thought better of it.
“You can touch if you want. I don’t mind.” You debated over it for a few seconds before reaching for his crotch. Your fingers brushed lightly against the tip, the friction making Eddie hiss in pleasure.
“Oh my god, Eddie I’m so sorry!”
“No, no, don’t apologize. Didn’t hurt at all. It was the exact opposite. ” His voice was so gentle, like nothing you’ve ever heard from him before. It encouraged you to put your hand back where it was, rubbing softly to see how he reacted. You had no idea what you were doing, which made Eddie even more eager to ruin you. In his peripheral vision, he caught his eye on your closet mirror, inciting a genius idea.
“Okay baby, I’m gonna make you feel good now. Can you do something for me?” You would do anything for him; so of course, you said yes.
Eddie grabbed your hand, guiding you to sit in front of him with your back to his chest. His warm calloused hands bore a feather light touch as they grazed along your thighs. Slowly they inched higher, stopping just before where you needed it and pushing your thighs wide apart. Your best friend stared at the slickness of your folds, licking his lips in anticipation. Everything he'd ever fantasized about was slowly becoming part of reality.
In the reflection of the mirror, you stared at yourself, not quite sure who was looking back at you. It felt foreign to have anyone, let alone Eddie’s hands on your body in this way. The cross necklace you’ve had your entire life glittered in the light, and you willed the guilt rising up your throat to be swallowed back down. You wanted this. The brush of your best friend’s fingers across your stomach pulled you out of your trance, eyes tracing his movements.
“Baby, you see this little button at the top here? That’s called your clit. It’s your best friend. And its favorite thing is to get rubbed on.”
Eddie licked his fingertips in the reflection, bringing them down to between your legs to demonstrate. The wet feeling of his spit on your clit as his calloused hands began to rub circles was so foreign yet welcomed. Your brain began to feel fuzzy as the pleasure took over and your best friend enjoyed watching you come apart for him. Breathy moans and whimpers escaped your lips as you rutted into his hand, chasing something you weren’t even sure what to call.
He cooed at you, whispering sweet nothings in your ears. The ghostly feeling of his lips brushing against your hot skin clouded your mind, making it almost impossible to enjoy his praises. It was almost too much and yet you craved more. But then he stopped.
“Eddie! Why’d you do that?” Whatever was building up in your lower stomach, aching to be released, slowly began to dissipate along with your excitement.
“Because, I want you to do it yourself.” He paused to kiss your temple, softening the blow of your disappointment.
“But I can’t—”
“Yes you can, and you will. Give me your hand.” You did as told, watching as Eddie put two of your digits in his mouth and sucked. It was so…sinful. Nothing like anything you’d ever seen; and you couldn’t get enough. He pulled your spit coated fingers down btwn your legs, right down to the center of your pleasure.
“Now rub. And don’t stop until I tell you.” You did as you were told, slowly at first to get used to the feeling.
Soon you fell into a rhythm, high off the feeling and chasing your own pleasure. Your back relaxed into Eddie’s arms, pushing your bodies impossibly closer together. His hips matched the rhythm of yours, which only made you wetter. Your moans were matched by his as you stared at yourselves in the mirror. He was enjoying this just as much as you were.
“Eddie, oh God. I feel…I feel..”
He grinned at his reflection.
“I know baby, I know.” He pulled your hips into his, trying to maintain as much friction as he could. At this rate, he wouldn’t last much longer.
“Hurts a little, yeah? Keep going gorgeous, it’s gonna feel so good. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” His voice broke on the last few words like he was gonna burst into tears at any moment. Your lower belly tightened with a delicious kind of pain, one you chased eagerly. You rubbed your fingers at a faster pace, desperate for some kind of release as Eddie grinded against your ass. He whispered the dirtiest things in your ear, saying how good you feel and how close he is. And then, the tightness stopped as a wave of pleasure coursed through your entire body, enough to make your toes curl and ears ringing. Eddie’s name fell off the tip of your lips as you came, the final straw as wetness spread through his boxers and hips slowed to a halt. You stared in his eyes as you caught your breath, trying to find the words to describe what just happened.
You were putty in his hands, he knew that now. A post-orgasm smile spread across his lips, shamelessly staring at your fucked-out state. He had plans for you.
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Road Trip to Nowhere
This is a spiel about my journey through school as a gifted kid turned ‘failure’.
For context, in The Land Down Under (Australia), you need to rack up hours of logged driving to get off your learner’s permit where a person with a full licence must accompany you every time you drive. Whenever I mention “hours”, I mean getting logged time to be able to get to do the driving test!
TW: mentions of car crashes, near misses, etc. Nothing graphic (although there’s one part that was a punch in the face to reread after forgetting about this for 2 years lol)
Unedited, lazy, old work… idk just read it. If it makes sense it makes sense ig whatever
I feel like I’m on a road trip.
Driving through life, changing speeds, turning corners
People I’ve met along the way in the back seats, screaming, laughing, conversing
Enjoying themselves while I keep my eyes on the road
I feel like I’m on a road trip
Making sure everyone in the back seats stay happy and content while I drive
Never taking my eyes off of what’s far in front of me
Looking for all the things my parents taught me when I was learning
“Keep your eyes on the peripherals, just in case something happens”
“Don’t worry, you’re going to have an accident eventually. It won’t be too bad, I’m sure”
“Keep your speed up, you’re doing so well, keep going!”
“Just keep going, we’re almost there, then we’ll all be happy, and you will too!”
I feel like I’m on a road trip
Where every shoulder has glass, providing only a small path that I can go
Where every pothole or piece of debris feels like the end of the world for the car and the people in the back
Where every passing car seems to be heading in the right direction, not my direction
I feel like I’m on a road trip
With my eyes, black dabbed beneath them, slowly starting to close, exhaustion breaking in
“Are you ok?”
“They’re fine! We’re almost there, right? How much further?”
“Only a few more kilometers,” my parents say, “then we turn left for the next leg. You’ll make it, right?”
“Um, I’m not sure… I’m getting tired-”
“But that’s such a large portion of hours wasted! You’ll be fine, you just gotta keep going. We believe in you, you haven’t struggled before!”
The kilometers drag on. Most people have gotten off at different places, now only certain people remain. Usually adults.
I keep pushing through, keeping every yawn, every anxious tear, down as to not make my parents upset.
I’m supposed to be able to get through it, right? They didn’t care when I said I was tired last time, why would they now?
With a white-knuckled grip, and wide eyes, I forced myself to keep driving
I feel like I’m on a road trip
That I’ve been driving on for too long,
My attention beginning to slip, and periods of time go unnoticed and irrecoverable to my mind
I stopped remembering how long I had been driving, like I had logged out
I liked logging out, it made it easier to bear the strain and exhaustion I was carrying
The problem came when I logged back on
“What are you doing, get back in your lane!” My mother screamed
I swerved to avoid a massive truck that narrowly missed us. When had I gone over the line?
“What was that? You can’t let that happen again, you nearly got us hurt, I’m so scared!”
“Sorry…”
“Sorry isn’t good enough, you say it all the time. Just don’t do it again. You usually never do stuff like that, get it together!” My father said
I feel like I’m on a road trip
Seemingly never ending, to get to one destination, and then inevitably come back
It’s really no wonder I feel so tired, and why I’m struggling. Avoiding those potholes and that debris on the road used all my energy in the first part of the journey, and because I’ve had no rest, I’ve lost focus and become more complacent.
But because my parents are constantly hovering over me, expecting me to do my best all the time, and not suspecting something else is causing these lapses, I’m not willing to admit something is wrong and I need to stop.
Because they won’t approve.
I feel like I’m on a road trip
Where all the trees and flowers fly swiftly past
Where the black bitumen stretches for miles
Where my eyes struggle to stay focussed in the dark night
A road trip where I’ve been driving for too long
Ignoring the “Take a Break” signs posted on the sides of the road
Where I’m slowly losing control
Where I’m slowly losing consciousness
“I was on a road trip,” I say, tears constricting my throat.
“And I think I fell asleep. I woke up to the sound of fire crackling and someone screaming for me to get out…”
“Why didn’t you take a break from driving? A learner should know their limits.”
“I wasn’t allowed to.”
“Who said you weren’t allowed to?”
“…my parents.”
“So you didn’t stop to take a much needed rest, just because your parents said you didn’t need to?”
“…yes.” It sounds stupid. So stupid. From an outside perspective, it looks ridiculous. Allowing your parents to put your life and their life on the line for some hours of driving?
“Kid, do you know who was in the other car?”
“Huh?”
“The other car,” said the man, “the one over there?”
He pointed to a wrecked suv, on it’s side, fluids, glass and metal strewn everywhere. Pieces that had been cut laid next to it.
“No…”
“There was a family of 4 in there. A child, a teenager, and two parents.”
I just stared. It didn’t seem real.
“Only 2 survived, a child and the father.”
I just stood there. No tears, no overwhelming fear… I feel tired.
“The child, the teen, and the mother. You know them, correct?”
I feel tired. “Yes.”
“Well, now you don’t”
I turned to him, caught off guard. He had already left, though.
He was walking away, towards the countless lights and sirens bouncing around the road.
I feel like I’m on a road trip
Gone horribly wrong
I looked around.
I feel like I should be searching for something, something important
Nothing comes to mind immediately.
“I wonder how Banjo is right now.”
I don’t know why my mind went to the golden scruff of our dog
Rather than my mother
Or my father
Or my friends
Or the other family
But it did
“He probably misses us.”
He doesn’t know any better
I think that’s why
Why my brain went to him rather than the people I hurt
Because, unlike the people around me
Banjo was the only one that hadn’t hurt someone
He’s the only soul that held absolutely no hate
He had done nothing in his short life to make anyone upset
Happiness following the clinking of his collar and tag
Unlike the people of the other car
And my car
My car had people who had uttered words that forever dented and scratched someone’s soul
Most of those words were towards me
And if not me, people around me
People, who I used my torn skin to stretch, and protect them with
I had even protected them from each other, in some cases
My car was filled with so much hate
Hate and ill will towards anyone
Of course I could assume the other car had hurt carried inside it, too
I knew them, after all
And, while it’s cruel, maybe the crash wasn’t too bad for them after all
I feel like I was on a road trip
Steered by my parents to result in failure
Which I was blamed for
Because I was naive enough,
as a child with adult responsibilities,
To listen to them and not force my boundaries
“I was on a road trip”
I reiterate to the hundredth person
“I was travelling, I fell asleep, we crashed.
“I understand that it was ridiculous of me to continue driving while tired but you have to understand-“
“We understand enough” they say
Their eyes glistened with hatred pointed at me
And sadness pointed within
“We’ll let you get some rest, which you obviously need, and we’ll continue tomorrow”
They treat me like a child
Obviously guilty for something silly
Except that silly thing
Ruined lives
And somehow
It’s my fault
For the failure of my guides
#writing#school#gifted kid burnout#gifted kid syndrome#gifted kid things#gifted kid problems#gifted kid turned failure#academic validation#academic failure#low effort
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Now for something completely different! I’ve been working on an AU called Guardians (page is still a WIP) for months now and I’m finally ready to share a story from it. Please heed the tags and enjoy!
Rating: General
Relationships: Hobie/Therapy
Characters: Hobie Brown, Original Animal Character, Pavitr Prabhakar (mentioned), Gwen Stacy (mentioned), Miles Morales (mentioned).
Wordcount: 1,430
TW: Starvation, Homelessness
Tags: Alternative title: ‘Author tears up over hedgehogs,’ Fluff, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Animal Companions AU, Platonic/Familial relationship, Hobie Brown backstory, Set 2 years before he becomes Spider-Punk, Hobie needs a hug (and gets a very spiny one), it’s a lovely story I promise, Character study.
Summary: Hobie nodded in approval, speaking around his third slice in under as many minutes, “fuck capitalism, feed hedgehogs.”
Ruthless
The smog-choked air was still so frosty this time of year. Once vaguely warm, the battered, grease-stained box she was curled up upon now did nothing to ease the painful shivers running from her goose-bumped skin, all the way to the very tips of her all-encasing, banded spines. Still, she was grateful. It wasn’t the height of winter anymore, they’d made it out alive and this was the first spot of good luck they’d had in a while.
Cold or otherwise, that’s the wonderful thing about pizza, you could eat it regardless— well, if you didn’t mind the pineapple. They’d both eaten far worse, or not at all. Besides, his tastes changed like the wind—
Her ears pricked sharply at the sound of a shoe sole scraping against potholed concrete, clunky and uneven. Her nose twitched fearfully. She should’ve pulled the box further into the shadows of the alley.
Pulse racing, she curled up tighter, spines splayed until the bootprints stopped abruptly, drowned out by the distant honking, shouting, screaming of East London on a Friday night.
Then the wind changed, and all at once her panic immediately soothed into relief.
‘Ruth? You there?”
The massive pizza box slid across the wet pavement with her scrabbling claws as she zoomed towards the end of their hiding spot; a nostalgic pull tugging at her tiny heartstrings as she snuffled at the air. “Over ‘ere! Took you long enough, where the bloody hell you been?” She could almost feel the responding eyeroll as the flickering, looming shadow at the alley’s maw rounded the corner and Hobie Brown stumbled in — joy bubbled and fizzed from her brightly glowing chest and into a resounding chirp — empty handed. Ah.
"Foodbank was sold out when I got there. ‘S fine though, we’ll— I’ll jus-“
“Nono, gimmie a sec,” she croaked and shuffled back the way she’d scurried. The sogginess of the ground nearly proved too strong for her teeth as it sucked on the cardboard, but she managed to drag it just far enough to cut her young charge’s dejection short. “Ta-da! We’ve got ourselves a chicken-dinner! The crowd goes wild, n’ we have full bellies.” Her words were muffled, but from the relieved laugh he’d barked out it was clear he’d understood the gist.
“Oh my days, Ruth you’ve outdone yourself! Also, you should know, you look ridiculous. Never thought I’d see a hedgehog carrying a takeaway box that big, come ‘ere,” the box was lifted effortlessly up into the sky before the boy slumped down next to her. Hobie opened the box with the reverence of a present he’d been counting down the days for, and wolfed down the first slice like a dying man. Well, that…that wasn’t exactly far off. “Where’d you even get this? It’s huge! Could last us two days easy.” Ruth sniffed the food eagerly, climbing up and using his thigh to balance her front paws on so that she could get a better look. Hobie then passed Ruth her single slice so she sat down next to him and set to nibbling away at it. She was rather proud of herself that she’d held out long enough for her charge to have the first piece. Taking care of him was, after all, her entire reason for existing in the very literal, physical, cosmic sense.
“Stole it from a Spaceship Pizza delivery bike while the driver was havin’ a natter. She saw but apparently thought it was funny enough to fight the good fight with her boss.”
Hobie nodded in approval, speaking around his third slice in under as many minutes, “good girl, she gets it. Fuck capitalism, feed hedgehogs.”
“Mm, found your new motto then.”
“‘Course.”
The silence between them as they ate was comfortable, well lived in, homey. Ruth was munching away at a chunky strip of cheap, processed ham when her beady eyes locked onto the dip of Hobie’s hollow cheek as he grinned, and all of a sudden they were seven years old again. The worry wrinkles, far too premature for someone who’s only just turned fifteen forming on his forehead, his sharp edges and his first, shiny, new nose piecing he’d convinced a friend to give him for free we’re gone. "Do you remember we used to eat this in school? You hated pineapple. You don’t now.”
“Nah, I don’t believe in consistency. You of all people should know that.” His bordered edges shifted and his skin turned from grey newspaper clippings about threats of anarchist uprisings to a happy, relatable, empathetic pink. “You haven’t changed a bit. Just a big ol’ hoglet.”
Ruth looked at him aghast, squeaking in disapproval, spines puffing in defiance. “You’re havin’ a tin-bath.” The stripes on her spines and the glowing patch on her chest turned from a happy, relatable, empathetic pink to the grainy grey of tv static.
“Oh no, you still look like a pup to me. Jus’ with more spines. Hey, remember when I tried to count ‘em all again last week? Think I got to 561 this time.”
Ruth huffed. She had waaaay more spines than that. “I could say the same thing, you had all the grace of a toddler the way you nicked your finger. Thought you’d be used to my spines after all this time. Guess I’ll just be free of your cuddles an’ keep warm on my lonesome.”
“Woah, hey now, I’m only playin.’”
"’Course,” Ruth snorted and licked BBQ sauce off of her nose, then sighed wistfully, “blimey, I miss moments like this more than anythin’"
Hobie’s crooked smile waned and seemed to wobble a bit. Seven years old and they’d already been kicked out of their second orphanage. School gave them hot food served with kind, pitying smiles. Their new placement did neither. "Yeah…Y’know, this is the only thing that's made the last three years bearable.”
“Pizza?”
Hobie’s laugh was small, humourless and tired, and Ruth felt a pang of something sharp in her chest that was anything but starvation.
“You. Company. Jus’ ‘avin someone who actually gives a damn about whether or not I live or die tomorrow. Can’t imagine what it’s like for those blokes n’ birds who ain’t got Guardians of their own anymore. Must be propper rough. I’ve heard that…sometimes, when it gets too hard, Guardians can just leave. Sever that bond from birth completely. It happened to ol’ loopy Louis on George Street, at least, that’s what he tells everyone. But I’ve seen others too, I’ve seen two different Guardians before just wandering around alone an’ feral. They looked so lost.”
Ruth suddenly felt sick. She couldn’t think of anything worse than loosing Hobie. She was supposed to take care of him. He was her best friend, her partner in crime, her reason to keep going through these first few years of surviving on the streets. He’d been through so much already for someone so young, he’s wise far beyond his barely 15 years and she wanted to cry. “You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.”
“I know, I’m jus’ really grateful. You’re a stellar Guardian, Ruth.”
“Well, I don’t know about that” Her voice cracked and she abandoned her half-eaten pizza crust to climb up onto his thigh again, pushing down a couple of times with her front paws to signal that she wanted up. Hobie put down his own 5th slice and picked Ruth up by the armpits to perch her on his sight shoulder. She had to grip onto his thin winter jacket to avoid falling off, but she managed, laying her spines down flat to avoid hurting him. She glanced down to their food through teary eyes, then the pins adorning the jacket’s leather collar, the cheap, patched, fraying jumper underneath and the crochet hook poking out of his top pocket where he kept the bands he was using to try out something new. He’d wanted wicks for a while.
“I do. No one else would go outta their way to steal a pizza three times their size for me.”
“No one worth knowing.” Ruth sniffed wetly, and Hobie, with carefully practiced ease tilted his head and rested his cheek on her back. “One day, you’ll meet people who will do anything for you, Hobie, jus’ like me. People who’d- who’d stop busses an,’ an’ planes and trains for you. They’ll shout your name whenever they see you, and talk about you all the time when you ain’t there, ‘cause they’ll love you millions. You jus’ haven’t met ‘em yet. I know it.
You’ll see.”
#atsv fanfiction#spiderverse fanfic#hobie brown#spider punk#cricket writes#atsv#across the spider verse#atsv spoilers#probably! even if it’s implied#character study
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A Heart Made of Straw
Part 10/13 of Spooktober 2023
Thatch X OC(Nikia)
Warnings: Excess fluff, social anxiety, crushes, and mild harassment.
I had this half written for a while and had not the spoons to finish/start anything else. So I wanted to at least get another one down before the end of October. With luck, I'll do one tomorrow too... So damn close.
Word Count: 4,270
(I know this is of wheat or something but apparently Tumblr only has creepy or unhinged gifs for corn...)
Nikia started working on Newgate’s farm as a scarecrow about three years ago. He had frankly massive fucking fields that needed just about every hand he could get to tend to them. And once the crops were planted, the work wasn’t done either. They needed to be watched for infestations, thieves, and rot. A particular point of pride in autumn was his cornfield.
He even had a massive corn maze that brought in visitors. It was pretty cute, to be honest. Nikia suspected half the reason he even had a farm was the kid-friendly attractions he could make almost year round on top of feeding his army of adopted kids.
Well, she says kids, but they’re all grown now.
What does she do as a scarecrow? Why, she monitors her section of field, making patrols for the months leading up to the harvest, and generally ensures the birds don’t eat all their hard work. It was a more traditional role for a scarecrow, granted, but one she didn’t mind. Her and a few others—it was hardly a job for just one after all.
Newgate was a very nice old man and his kids equally charming. Nikia knew there were some farmers that demanded scarecrows sleep, eat, and live in the fields, but Newgate had nice guest houses for them.
Just before dawn, Nikia got up out of bed and braided back her hair. The thick strands of straw dark and easy to weave together. Sturdy overalls and a loose shirt affording her some comfort from the chilly air and a wide sunhat perfect to protect her eyes.
Another scarecrow, tall and spindly thin, shambled past her with a yawn from his own night patrol. His face patchy with straw growing out into thin stubble he’d either have to trim soon or put up with a bush on his face.
“Any excitement out there?” Nikia asked softly, handing him a sandwich from the fridge. He mumbled and shook his head.
“Nah, some coyotes calling out back somewhere but they got scared off by the dogs.” He gave her an amused look, though clearly half asleep. “I hear he’s in town to prepare for the harvest comin’ up.”
Nikia played it casually.
“Who? You know Newgate’s got like, a thousand kids.”
But he just grinned and went to bed without dignifying her with a response.
“Well, fuck you too.” Nikia muttered, grabbing a jacket. It was supposed to be particularly cold out today and she didn’t want to risk anything. Getting sick right now would be embarrassing as hell. Straw just flying everywhere anytime she sneezed.
The sky was just turning pink on the horizon over the miles of corn near the guest house. Stars glittering overhead. It was a breathtaking sight that she couldn’t help but admire every chance she got.
Still, she had a station to get to. An old wooden stand raised well above the corn.
Despite her nerves at the news, Nikia settled easily into her routine of watching the fields for birds. Spooking them away whenever they ventured too close to the crops. When the sun had risen considerably, she patrolled randomly to inspect the corn and ground for vermin and mold. As expected they were free from any problems, though a few looked almost ready to harvest.
Her shift in the field ended at noon, and after that the day was hers.
So, naturally, she spotted the car before anyone else. Puttering down the dirt road, the compact vehicle made good time swerving around potholes. Coming to a stop in front of the main house where Newgate waited on the porch. It was too far to see clearly, but the visitor was well received with cheers she could hear well across the field.
Ah. Yeppers.
It was definitely Thatch.
Quickly, she looked away before the distant figure could look her way.
Maybe she should stay at the guest house today? Ah, but she promised to help Izo hang up laundry after she was off. No graceful way to bow out of that. The man was particular about his laundry. Didn’t care for dryers when it came to his expensive sheets and clothes. Field work clothes could go be washed and dried like everything else, thankfully.
So that meant when her relief came in she sheepishly shuffled to the main house. Newgate grinned when he saw her.
“Ah! Nikia, Izo is expecting you! Grab something from the kitchen on your way, Thatch is making lunch for the family.” He laughed, winking at her.
“Can do, boss.” Nikia waved, wiping off her boots before entering the house. Last time someone tracked mud inside they had to mop the whole house with a rag. She was not risking it.
People darted around, handling chores or preparing to do outside work before lunch. Always something to do on a farm, after all. Inside the kitchen was Thatch. Just Thatch.
And Nikia had to pause to prepare herself a little to see him.
He came around fairly often for small visits, but she managed to miss him more often than not. Only to run into him out in the field doing something or other. And the less she saw of him, the better.
She never knew how to talk to pretty and sweet people. There had to be some sort of edge or bitchiness before she felt comfortable. But Thatch was overwhelmingly kind, even to scarecrows like her.
Thatch hovered over the stove, watching pots and pans on burners like a hawk. Frilly white apron that was meant more as a joke in a male-dominated house tied around his waist. White shirt rolled up to his elbows as he fried chicken and greens. His auburn hair was tied low against his neck, strays curling around his ears and chin while he worked.
He happened to glance in her direction and paused, bright, charming smile quick to the surface.
“Oh! Hey there, didn’t hear you come in!” Thatch laughed, his smile tugging on the crescent scar curving around his left eye. “What brings you over here, you usually hide between the stalks!”
Nikia smiled thinly, quickly making her way to the fridge to pour herself a glass of sweet tea.
“Izo asked for help hanging laundry is all.” She replied softly, still not looking at him.
It was better not to risk staring.
Thatch was very pretty to look at. Broad and strong to match, she didn’t need a demonstration to know he could easily toss haybales up a ladder with one hand. Why or how someone that cooks for a living maintains biceps bigger than her head, she’d never know.
“Oh! Well, I’ll bring out a plate for you two when it’s ready, that alright sweetheart?” Nikia narrowly avoided choking on a glass of cold sweet tea.
She wheezed.
“Y-Yeah, that’s fine, Thatch. Y-You don’t ne-eed to trouble yerself.” Nikia swallowed hard, pounding her chest to clear her throat. Once she was confident in her voice, she gasped. “I’m fine.”
Quickly, she retreated from the kitchen while there was still a shred of dignity left inside her.
Izo, not one to do things by halves, had several baskets of wet laundry that needed to be hung out to dry.
“Are you alright? Thatch didn’t give you any trouble, did he?” Nikia clutched her cold glass with a tight smile. “Ah… I see.” She slammed down the glass and her hat.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about—let’s hang up some laundry, yeah?” Nikia hissed, ignoring the amused expression Izo sent her as they got to work hanging up sheets and bedding. They’d emptied about half the baskets when the back door swung open.
“Foods ready! I set aside a couple of plates for you both if you don’t mind letting me know if I’ve gotten rusty.” Thatch laughed.
Nikia braced herself and pushed aside a white sheet before immediately hiding behind it, nearly ripping it off the clothesline in her haste.
Thatch was standing on the edge of the porch without a shirt. Or apron for that matter. Bare chest out with a mess of dark curly hair all over, not a care in the world. Unfortunately, it wasn’t like shirtless men was an unusual sight on the farm. But Nikia was used to say… Ace walking around without a shirt—she wasn’t sure he even owned one to be honest—but Thatch was always properly dressed.
Desperately, she gave Izo a look, her face hot as she quietly hissed.
“Help! Me!” Nikia felt like she was going to throw up from sheer nerves.
Izo was amused until he peaked around a shirt and rolled his eyes.
“Thatch, why the hell are you not wearing a shirt? If I find hair in my food--!” Izo started while Nikia quietly resolved to throw herself in the nearest bonfire.
It would be less painfully awkward than confronting Thatch shirtless, that was for damn sure.
“I was wearing a shirt when I cooked! I just spilled grease and didn’t want it to set in is all! Where’s Nikia, did she already leave? I was hoping to hear what she thought of the chicken…” He sounded like he was pouting.
“She’s been working all day in the field. The last thing she needs is to think she’s about to get mauled by a bear for a plate of chicken. Have some damn shame!” Izo scoffed. Silently, she thanked Izo’s aggressive teasing.
“I’m not that hairy, don’t be rude.” Thatch defended himself.
“Then put on a shirt, you animal!”
“Ace doesn’t wear a shirt!”
“And he grew up half-feral in the mountains! You are! Not! Helping your case!”
“Fine! I’ll go find a shirt, damn. I didn’t know the sight of my physique would fluster you so much, Izo.”
“Oh, in your dreams!” There was a pause as the door closed again. “He’s gone. You can grab your plate in peace.”
Nikia sighed in relief. The food smelled really good, it would be a shame to miss it just to avoid encountering Thatch.
“Thank you so fucking much. I thought I was going to die.” Nikia quietly confessed. Izo smirked picking up his plate from the porch.
“You know, he’s going to notice something’s up eventually. You can’t keep avoiding him like this.” Izo informed her primly.
Nikia sighed, picking up her own plate and taking a sip of cold tea.
“I know… I don’t know what else to do though. The last thing I want is to make it weird. He comes all this way to help y’all, not get gawked at by a weird scarecrow.” Nikia muttered, taking a cautious bite of chicken. It was delicious, of course. Seasoned to perfection with a roll she was liable to die for and greens she… didn’t care about but wasn’t going to waste too much of. “Besides, it’s mortifying enough just looking at him. Can’t imagine talkin.”
At the very least, the excess food wouldn’t be wasted. Instead fed into compost or as a treat for a farm animal somewhere. One way or another, nothing went to waste out here.
Izo chuckled, patting her back.
“I know. He wouldn’t hold it against you though. He’s actually pretty fond of you.” Izo grinned. “Seemed awful keen to give you food when he happened to ‘lose’ his shirt.”
Nikia whined, low in her throat and entirely against her control. Face hot from the brief glimpse she did get. But Izo just laughed at her misfortune.
There was a time no one knew of her problem. She’d been pretty good at hiding it for the first two years. Then, around Thanksgiving when she received an invitation—something Newgate extended to just about anyone that stood still long enough—she decided to bring a pie. A cream pie specifically. And she had to hand it over to Thatch so he could decide where to put it on the fucking massive table spread.
She felt a tad scruffy and awkward as it was attending what was basically a family function for her employer’s family. Best button down shirt and jeans not too far from her usual fair in everything but lack of stains.
And there he was. Messy with bits of flour and grease staining his rolled up sleeves. Old scars and faded tattoos peeking out, hair somehow still immaculately done up in his favorite pompadour. She’d spent hours trying to convince herself this crush was stupid based on that hair alone but to no avail. Confidence, it seemed, was everything.
And in the kitchen? He had it in spades. Flashing her a bright and beautiful smile, relieving her of the pie with one hand while the other gently guided her towards the back patio on her back.
Ace had seen her nearly trip out of the door and must have noticed her expression. Instantly bristling at the panic.
“Did someone say something to you?! Who was it, I’ll set ‘em straight!” Ace hissed, looking around for some nefarious individual.
Despite her pleas, he didn’t drop it. Like a dog with a bone, he dragged it out of her that Thatch was responsible. And then she had to defend the poor man before Ace pranked him in revenge for some, previously unmentioned prank that went too far.
“It’s fine! It’s fine! I just… can’t… be in the same room as him… is all.” She mumbled sheepishly.
Nikia flushed, still remembering how Ace’s eyes narrowed. His mind visibly churning to deduce what could possibly inspire that reaction. Then his eyes slowly widened and he grinned.
“No! No, shut up! Shutupshutupshutup! Ace!” Nikia had hissed desperately, drawing Izo’s attention, always on the lookout for drama at family gatherings.
It was, to be frank, all downhill from there. But at the very least they respected her feelings enough to not mention anything.
This was between Thatch and Nikia, as far as they were concerned.
Just about the only spot of sunshine from the whole affair.
Regardless, hanging laundry wasn’t the only think Nikia helped out with after her shift when asked.
The next day she was recruited to search for the resident barn cat. One of them, at least. She’d had a litter but no one could find out where and wanted to bring them in before it got much colder. And with so many damn silos, barns, and sheds to look in, there was no shortage of places an onery cat could hide her kittens.
Nikia was checking out a barn near the house, poking around the haybales to see if there was a suitable crevice. This involved a lot of clambering that would be damn uncomfortable for anyone not wearing protective gear or, as she was, made of straw already. There was too much background noise to tell if there was kitten calls, and if the mama cat had stowed them behind the bales, the sound wouldn’t reach far anyway.
Grabbing a handful of bundled hay, Nikia struggled to lift herself up. Boots scrambling over packed straw as she climbed the bale taller than she was.
Suddenly, someone gave her a boost. Firm hands lifting her up by her waist.
The sound that left her throat was more of a squawk than any inquiry as she pulled herself up higher and looked back.
It was Thatch, grinning from under the brim of a straw hat. Tight fitted white shirt tucked into a pair of baggy overalls.
Utterly horrified, Nikia looked back and concentrated on climbing higher—and away from Thatch.
“…thanks.” She huffed, wondering if she could become one with the massive pile of hay with enough concentration.
“No problem! Heard Bells had kittens. Think she’s hiding them back there?” Thatch asked conversationally.
Nikia shushed him, mostly to make it easier to forget he was there. But also because she could faintly hear a cry. Multiple, in fact.
Two bales high on a pile that reached five, Nikia poked her head up to the next level and sighed.
“Found em.” Nikia smiled, glaring playfully at the annoyed mama cat grooming her fussy kittens. Orange, white, and gray kittens squirming around each other to find the perfect resting spot. “Welp! Better get a box before she moves em!” Nikia declared and jumped down, running past Thatch before he could say anything else. Nearly falling onto her ass in her haste.
She managed to dodge Thatch for nearly a week.
In her defense, it would have been longer but she didn’t expect him to show up during her shift.
Nikia weaved between rows of corn stalks, pausing every few to inspect the ears and dirt for critters or other maladies. Steadily making her way to the perch where she’d finish out her shift looking over the field for disturbances. It was basically a wooden chair that could swivel around for a complete three-sixty view fifteen feet off the ground for even the tallest of crops. With a wide base build with steps to reach the seat.
This one was old and would need to be repaired before the next season.
Unfortunately, it looked as though someone had told Thatch to do it now.
He’d already ripped off several steps to attach new ones, effectively making it impossible to climb up.
“Ah…” The pitiful noise escaped her without thought and his head swiveled in her direction.
“Shit! I thought I’d hear you coming for sure through all that corn—oh, do you need a lift?” Thatch asked innocently, wearing a warm flannel shirt and jeans this time.
Nikia grimaced.
“Uh, no… I can figure it out.” Nikia excused, despite knowing full well she could not reach the seat without help now. Still, Thatch stepped aside and let her try. Watching silently as she managed to grab the lowest step and attempt to lift herself up.
She was making decent progress for a scarecrow. But upper body strength isn’t exactly their defining feature and she hardly broke the mold in that aspect. So she ended up awkwardly trying to dig her boots into the support beams to clamber up.
“…You know, this would be easier if you just let me help.”
“I’m fine~!” She gritted her teeth, now committed to either climbing this damn tower of a chair or burying herself with the corn stalks.
But Thatch was a deviously helpful sort of man. She knew that.
So, rather than watch her struggle in silence, he grabbed her firmly by the hips and picked her up.
A devious fucking man.
So, rather than lifting her up high enough to make the rest of the way on her own, he settled her onto his shoulder. You know. Casually. Like you do. His arm braced over her thighs as she scrambled to remain balanced with an alarmed screech.
“What the hell, Thatch?! You’re not that damn tall!” Nikia protested hysterically.
“I’m not.” Thatch agreed. “But I think it’s time to get to the bottom of all this.” Thatch looked up at her, grinning.
“Cool. Cool. Cool… can we start by putting me down?” Nikia asked softly, looking away only to find a sea of corn stalks around her. Not quite able to see over them. Maybe if she stood on his shoulders?
“Nope!”
“…why?” Nikia whined, deflating with defeat. “Don’t you have shit to do?”
“Besides repairing these steps? Nope!” Thatch laughed, squeezing her thigh reassuringly as the motion made her sway horribly. “But if you just tell me what’s up with you, this could all be over~!”
Nikia tried to squirm off of his shoulder but his bicep and forearm were like bands of steel.
“Eheheh—w-well, not much! Hoooooow about you?!” Nikia grit her teeth, still looking at the corn.
“You know, if I didn’t know any better, I might believe you!” Thatch protested. “But I’ve noticed something recently…”
Stop fucking noticing you bastard! Cease noticing! Stop! That! Perceptive shit!
“Recently? Like what?” Nikia asked breezily despite feeling like she was going to throw up. “Like the weather?” she commented idly and he snorted.
“Oh, nothing like that! I’ve noticed something about you. Which is impressive since I’m not here as often as I’d like.” Thatch huffed. “You never stick around when I am here. You leave at the first opportunity. You don’t look at me when I talk to you…”
There was an odd, faint sound. Like someone dying an agonizing death somewhere across the field.
Wait.
No.
That was her.
She was dying right here, though she wished it was across the field.
“I-I thiiiiiiiiiiiink you’re imagining things. I’ve got shit do to, you know! Errands to run. Guard shifts to tend to. Places to be.” Nikia clicked her tongue, aware of how hot her face was. “We’re so terribly busy around here, it’s no wonder we rarely run into each other!”
Thatch laughed, patting her thigh in good humor and she’d rather he just threw her into the corn field.
“That is true! But I think it’s a little bit more than that.”
“Well, it’s not. More than that.” Nikia cut in briskly. “We done here? We’re done here!” She chirped, trying again to shuffle off his shoulders. But he didn’t budge.
At this point, why would he budge?
“Really? Cause I think you know what I’m talking about.” Thatch chuckled, bouncing her on his shoulder. “Admit it and I’ll let you down~”
She was dying here.
In his arms
On his shoulder
Of embarrassment.
“I… don’t think I will, actually. Nope. Not a damn word. You’re going to get tired eventually.” Nikia hissed, risking a glance down.
She regretted it when she saw the smirk and bright gleam in his eyes.
“You weigh less than half a bale of hay to me, sweetheart.”
“I’m very aware of that.” Thatch’s grin grew only wider at her snarky comment.
“Then you must really like it when I carry you.” He laughed and her heart spin in circles around her chest. She gripped the edges of her hat and tugged it over her head. Face hot as she tried to curl into herself. “Ahah! You do~” Thatch crowed, only further deflating her until it took more effort to stop herself from laying on his head that it did to just sit up properly.
He snorted.
“Well, if you’re going to be like that~!” She was jolted, screeching as she tumbled down into his arms. Perfectly trapped to his chest.
His laugh wonderfully close to her ears as he held her.
“Please put me down.” Nikia mumbled, nearly ripping her hat in two as she tried to hide in it further.
“No… I think I really like carrying you. You’re the shyest scarecrow I’ve ever met, did you know that?” He laughed into her hair. “I think it’s cute. But it would be even cuter if I could see your face~” he teased.
“Can’t.” She hissed.
“Oh?” Thatch squeezed her closer. “Why not? You just have to let go of your hat, and we’ll have the perfect view of each other!”
Horrifically, Nikia realized, she’d finally entered an impasse. She couldn’t hide forever. And even if Thatch dropped it now, he’s too close to the truth to not eventually pic right back where it was left.
Ever fucking last one of Newgate’s kids were stubborn, perceptive bastards. Right down to their bones.
And she was fool enough to develop feelings for one.
“… your face.” Nikia huffed.
“What, am I ugly to you?” Thatch pouted, though it was clear he knew damn well that wasn’t the case. Nikia whined pitifully, burying her face into his shoulder as he laughed. “C’mon, sweetheart! Just a peek and I swear I’ll let you get back to work.”
Cautiously, Nikia lifted up her head and looked.
Thatch was incredibly close, grinning as he leaned in and kissed her. Just a brief brush against her lips that lingered as she froze. His laugh curling around her as he pulled back and gently lifted her up to properly return to her station.
Head empty of all thoughts, Nikia mechanically looked over the field until she noticed her relief trekking out of the guest house.
Suddenly, her heart restarted and she looked down to find Thatch admiring the newly installed steps.
“Thatch!” He looked up in surprise as she leapt down into his arms.
“ACK!”
He caught her despite his shock and she huffed, glaring down at him.
“You’re mean.” Nikia hissed. “Since when were you pretty and mean?” She asked plaintively.
His expression shifted to glee as he laughed.
He let her down this time, though not without another kiss.
“Does this mean you’ll talk to me now?” Thatch asked, grabbing his tools and curling his arm around her shoulders.
“You’re still too pretty… it’s hard to talk around you.” She grumbled.
Thatch laughed.
“Welp! Can’t do anything about that!” Thatch kissed her head softly as they walked through the field towards the main house. “Am I pretty enough for dinner with the cutest scarecrow I’ve ever seen?”
Nikia smiled, face only a little flushed.
“…maybe.” She laughed at his cries of protest and attempts to bribe her with enthusiastic kisses to her face. “Ahck! Stop that! Thatch! F-Fine! Fine, you’re more than pretty enough—just stop that, it tickles!”
“Knew you’d come around!” He crowed as they broke through the thick field of corn.
Newgate spotted them and laughed.
Nikia turned sharply to walk right back into the corn but was dragged back by Thatch as he laughed.
“Pops! Stop scaring her off—you know she’s shy!”
“Gurarararararara!”
Was it too late to become one with the field?
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Why Are There So Many Motorcycle Accidents?
abogados de accidentes de carro
Motorbike accidents can be prevented. These accidents can be result of a variety of factors including distracted driving the splitting of lanes, potholes or inclement weather. The most prevalent factors.
Driving while distracted
The majority of motor vehicle accidents are caused by motorists distracted by their phones. Drivers may text, look at the phone's navigational system or call Facetime when driving. Some drivers are getting dressed or reaching for something during driving. Based on CDC studies, motorists are more likely to lose focus while driving. Distracted driving is a leading factor in motorbike crashes. Find out more about the ways that distracted driving can lead to an accident.
Lane splitting
If you're riding on a motorcycle it is likely that you have thought: Why are there so numerous motorcycle crashes due to the habit of splitting lane? The majority of bikers don't know when a vehicle is passing them. Drivers of cars are frequently caught up in the rush of motorcycles during stop-and-go the traffic. California is home to plenty of lane-splitting. Although it's legal, it's still a danger. When a driver fails to stop to look at the road, it could lead to grave accidents.
Inclement weather
The causes of accidents on motorcycles include numerous factors. In particular, bad conditions are a primary cause. Though many motorcycle riders steer clear of snow-related riding in winter but there are a few who encounter late spring or fall snowstorms. No matter what causes conditions, weather-related issues put motorcycle riders at greater risk being injured. Below are some guidelines for safe practices for riding your motorcycle.
Potholes
Unfortunately, the conditions on the Australian roads are becoming worse. When riders attempt to get compensation from councils, they have put off the matter. Gold Coast rider Robyn Love has yet to receive an answer on her claim of damages following the crash of her motorcycle into an unaddressed pothole in Lions Rd in June. Potholes are risky because they trigger a massive impact to front suspension. They may damage the rim or kick up the bars of the handle. As the suspension is designed to absorb the majority of the impacts, bumps on the center of the lane are even more hazardous.
Speeding
One-third of traffic fatalities in Illinois result from speeds that are too high. Most drivers speed even though they are aware that the speed limit is higher. People who speed too much put themselves and other motorists at risk, but they are also unable to stop on time and crash into a motorcycle. Motorists need to slow down and allow extra time while driving, particularly at rush hour.
Drinks and drugs
New research examines how drugs, alcohol, and motorcycle collisions interact. The research found that crashes involving alcohol-related issues were more common among young males. Researchers found that motorcycle riders were seven times more likely than drivers who were more than 25 years old to be drunk while driving. In addition, drivers who were younger were more likely to be single. If you use a phone when driving, and not wearing a crash helmet in turn associated with an increased chance of getting into an accident.
Inattention
Accidents involving motorcycles are caused by many reasons. One of the most common is inattention by the driver. It is possible that the driver was distracted by other activities such as taking a look at their smartphone or playing with the radio. Unobservant drivers are often the cause of collisions including left-turn collisions. Inexperienced driving and driving impaired can also be the cause of accidents on motorcycles. Even though driver distraction may not be the main driver behind accidents on motorbikes, they can play significant roles.
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Made To Fall In Love With You
Every creak of the floorboards reminded Essätha of a series of Eldritch Blasts going off as she tried sneaking her way down the hallway. The sorceress was no professional burglar; and despite picking her steps with care to where her weight would not awaken the shifted building’s quirks, each footfall was too loud in her ears. Every few steps her eyes trailed behind her, catching no sight nor sound of any waking murmuring or hobbled shuffling. So far, so good.
To her great surprise, no one manned the front desk as the sun peaked upon the horizon. The smell of bacon grease drifted from another room. It was distant; the Yuan-Ti woman assumed the keeper of the inn may be about while their help worked on preparing a meal for travelers willing to pay. Naturally her tummy grumbled and gurgled in a fit to the delicious aromas. Her cheeks warmed with embarrassment while hurrying the last few steps to the threshold.
By some grace of the Gods, the hinges of the door did not creak and it barely stuck as she pulled it open. The first rays of sunshine blasted her in the eye; a blinding array of dazzling white. Essie squinted for a moment, blinking as her sight adjusted to soak in her surroundings. The large front porch greeted its way to a gravel walkway, and down to the road littered with potholes out of town.
Her heart stammered in her chest uneasily. Licking her lips, she gazed over her shoulder once more.
Nothing.
An ill feeling of trepidation sank in her stomach, yet still she persisted on. The door sealed shut behind her with a click. It was a sign: there was no turning back now.
She took the steps off the porch in a hurry; twitchy that perhaps her sloth-like speed within the dwelling would have ripped precious seconds away from her escape. Rock and dirt crunched beneath her boots as she hurried for the street. The heaviness of her bag began to slap against her back; supplies giving a sturdy thump and rattle with each step. It fell in tune quickly with her rapid pulse. What was she doing?
What was best, she reminded the fearful voice in her head. It quieted, but did not release its grip on her conscious.
From the stoop, a figure raised its head as she paused, panting from street-level. The shape defined itself as a mastiff tilted its head; a solid swish of its tail thumping against the porch. The beast began to stand, shaking its mane of black and chocolate brown.
“Ssstay!”
Her hissed warning surprised the hound, which jerked its posture backwards and away a step down the stoop. It began to whine; deep and throaty and remorseful.
Essie licked her lips again. “Please,” she begged, insisting.
Again, the great canine whimpered, pacing the deck with uncertainty. Should it follow, or should it obey?
From within the structure, there was a rustle, and someone called out. The mastiff pricked his ears to swivel its gaze towards the door.
There wasn’t going to be a better distraction.
I’m sorry, Caesar.
Feeling a tear forming in her heart, Essätha let her feet fly. She knew how to push it; run past the point of lungs burning and the wobble in legs threatening a collapse. She’d been doing it all her life, after all. This was no different.
But it felt different.
Her throat jumped; swallowing around a great and heavy formation in her throat. All she could hear was her heavy breathing, her pulse pounding frantically in her chest, the pebbles and debris kicked up with each launch of her feet from the ground. It was a sprint against the sun; chasing shadows and disappearing between the sparse houses and closing in on wooded forest. The world was an endless blur of smells and colors around her; hues and spectrums of clean laundry hanging, flowers in bloom, tarry-pine trees freshly cut, the streaks of muted house-colors of greens and browns. A startled bird took flight before her into the sky, cawing. She didn’t look twice, but her dread thought that it may have been a raven.
She wasn’t going to survive long alone. Not like this. Not with two adversaries on her tail; one a personal vendetta, the other a vast network of cult members.
But it wasn’t her chances she was worried about.
Someone yelled at her in a startled voice from a smithery as she ran by, but her spare time had already been bought and sold. She beelined for the treeline that was rapidly approaching. At least her knowledge of untamed wilds would give her a clean escape. If she hit water, she’d even be able to throw off the dog perhaps if they decided to pursue her.
The timbers and undergrowth swiftly became a dense jungle too thick to traverse full-hurtle. Forced to pick her way around thorny bushes and clamor over fallen trees, progress began to waver. The sun rose slowly higher in the sky, little by little. Sweat covered her back from the fabric of the backpack, and her stomach growled and complained from lack of breakfast.
It couldn’t have been even an hour when her knees hit the ground, exhausted. She blinked, shivering from fatigue. A series of wet droplets hit the ground, and continued to fall from her face.
Lowering her head, Essie swallowed. Her forehead touched the dry earth; inhaling dust. An irritable bug bit at her arm. She could hear past her own heavy gasping, the sound of distant birds singing Pelor morning praise for raising the light into the sky once more.
A heaviness overtook her queasiness, and another whimper drew past her lips. She crumbled to the ground even more, falling to her side among the leaflitter, the weeds, the grass, the moss. Just the spot she belonged, among the mud and filth.
It seemed only a moment; and perhaps it was, that she closed her eyes. Breathe. Just breathe. However when she opened them again, the thicket was crashing and shaking; something large charging through and headed straight in her direction.
The sorceress reached for the hilt of one of her daggers, but didn’t grasp it yet when the barreling of fur and claws hurtled through the bushes.
“Caesar!” She exclaimed, dropping her hand as the beast scrambled just enough to stop before her. “I told you to stay-”
The mastiff whined, his butt wiggling with overzealous glee. He’d found her, and he was more than happy to lap his big, wet, sloppery tongue on her face.
“You might have told him to stay, but I told him hiruvalyë.”
A tremor raced down the Yuan-Ti’s spine. Her exhale rattled out of her like a last breath; uneasy and fearful. Goosebumps trailed and dotted down her arms with knowing as she lifted her head higher, spotting the void expression staring back at her. The man wearing the expression was dressed in a heavy garment cloak with a bear-fur mantle. She knew the texture of better than she recalled the memory of her own skin, or the feel of the kinks in her wavy hair.
“… What’s that mean?” she rasped. Her voice cracked, throat dry.
“It is Elvish; translated literally to ‘thou shalt find’.”
Essie dug her fingers into the dirt; lodging grime to the bed of her fingernails. She looked away from the nobleman’s sharp features and blankly staring eyes. Despite the fact he could no longer see her face, she self-consciously wiped at the tear tracks on her face now dusty dried-lined. Though she wanted to beg for forgiveness; to kiss the ground he walked on, she bit down upon her wobbly lower lip as he made his way to stand before her.
He took a knee, ushering the frantic and whining mastiff circling her back. Reluctantly but obediently, the massive dog sat where indicated and waited patiently.
Time slowed to a crawl. The pacing was worse than that of her break-out of the inn. Each breath came and went, with nothing happening. The quiet lingered. The guilt rose in her; mighty as the crashing of a thousand bison thundering hooves on the plains. The guilt burned into plumes of shame. The shame to self-loathing, like so many daggers stitched into invisible wounds on her skin.
When she did not move or speak after the seconds turned to minutes, finally the figure sighed ever so quietly. Essie did not flinch or shy away from the hand that reached for her face. She wished it would strike her, or push her, rather than cradle her chin as carefully as it did; guiding her to look skyward. She wished the thoughtfulness of this touch would hate her as much as she hated herself.
Instead; her eyes golden as the sunlight, stared up to find the red-rimmed void of blue and black staring hauntingly back at her.
If she thought she hated herself before, she wanted to succumb to Asmondeus’ themselves worst trails in the Nine Hells now. She deserved it. She deserved fates worse than death, for being the cause of such agony and hurt in such gentle eyes.
“… You promised you would never leave me.”
The words fell out of her faster than she could catch them: “M’lord Amon, it is safer this way, for all of us.”
More than anything, Essie wanted him to be angry. She wanted him to be furious; she wanted him to spit on her and tell her he despised her. That he had been burned and left too many times to accept this betrayal. That she was worthless. That she was a mistake.
Amon blinked; a fresh spring of tears in his eyes, and he looked at her with all the things she did not deserve. None of it she was warranted. He looked at her with reverence beyond any known language, and a gut-sense knowing wiser than the lifespan mankind could survive.
“I know you that you’re scared,” he whispered hoarsely and with understanding. “I see it in your eyes, I feel it in your body laid next to mine, I can tell by the way you breathe that you are terrified. But you never have to run from me, Essie,” Amon murmured. The rough pad of his thumb swiped away a stray tear that had fallen from her eye.
“I was so scared when I woke up, and you weren’t there-”
Her throat tightened, words barely audible as she wheezed, “Then I am a failure and a liar, and you should never have followed me.”
“I’m not upset with you.” She knew this, even as he spoke the words; reaching to hold her face in both hands now. “I’m not upset with you; I swear. I forgive you. I… I know what it’s like to push others away; to run from everything, to turn from hands that want to help you. I’m so relieved to see that you are safe. There was no note, no sign I… I didn’t want to believe or consider what could have happened… ” He swallowed; adam’s apple jumping.
“Neither of us is going to be if they find us here,” she reminded him, panic rising in her voice. Her gaze shift as though to search for the ghost of her past behind him, but his hands held her steady and true. It was out of habit to seek his eyes. She could not stay away long from them; they anchored her, completed her, soothed her like the lull of the ocean deep and true. Quietly mesmerized; fully enamored by the reflections of color off those shadowy eyes.
“I would die a thousand deaths, before I lived a day without you.”
The quivering in her lip returned, only time time it took over all of her body.
“I don’t want that, m’lord. I didn’t want to- to hurt you or to see you hurt or-”
With a conviction that he displayed only in private; only in brief moments, he moved closer to her and dropped to both of his knees. Amon’s face was alive now; emotions moving in his eyes, his browline knit, his mouth open wide and gasping for air as though he was avoiding hyperventilating. He shifted closer still; the smell of leather and firs, his eyes swallowing her into deep pools.
Essätha breathed him in, shaking, as his forehead pressed to her own.
The nobleman licked his lips. “If you have to go, know that I will go with you,” he swore, reaching for her hand. He brushed a kiss to the back of her knuckles, and heat inflamed her face.
“Amon-”
He ignored the desperation in her plea, continuing: “You can choose to flee but you can’t choose who follows you. You never left me alone in my worst moments; not when you found out my dark truths, not during trial, not when others warned you that I was nothing but smooth-talker, and I am not leaving you. We are in this together. I don’t care what dangers I have to face, as long as I am with you. If I am only allowed a second for a final breath, I would just die happy because I shared it with you.”
“You are worth the fight. You are worth whatever sacrifices I have to make, to make sure that you’re protected. Just as you have taught me, you do not have to face your demons by yourself, Essie. I’ve got you. I always have your back, no matter what happens. You don’t need to run away from me. Nothing is going to keep me away from you. We can get through anything as long as it’s you and I, remember? You told me that we could make it through anything together.”
The pressure of his hand interlocked with hers was a lifeline. There were no words to describe it; the coarseness of his palms; weathered, firm, rough. They should be almost frightening to someone like her; soft, delicate, weak. Where his struggles had lead him to his sharp edges, her own had lead her to careful hands and swift feet. There were opposite products of tragedies and misfortune.
“But I need you to live,” she wept, tears freshly falling to drip from her chin.
“Then let me live with you,” her nobleman urged, tenderly wiping tears from her face. “You helped me to meet a better version of myself I didn’t know existed. I’m stronger; kinder, more patient and merciful because of everything you’ve taught me, Ess’. I’m all of those things and more, when I’m standing by your side. You’ve taught me compassion and freedom and strength on a whole scale I never imagined. I never want to stop learning and growing with you; I never want to stop looking into those beautiful bright eyes and that warm smile, not for even a second. I can’t imagine an existence; cold and dark, after witnessing so much light that comes into the world when you’re in it.”
“I need you,” he crooned. “I need you more than air, or food, or water, or shelter. I need you; your persistence, your joy, your fearlessness, your heart, your drive and graciousness. You are everything to me. You mean everything to me. You and I Essätha; we can take on the world. We can do it, together. I look out for you, and you look out for me. You have nothing to fear; until the last fight is over we can stand side by side. I am not leaving you alone. Not… Not like this. Not until… Not until I’m sure you do not want me, that you…”
Heartbeat hammering in her chest, Essätha shushed him gently, wiping her filthy hands against her shirt. When she was certain they were clean, she reached to take hold of his face. He melted into her touch with such open want that she audibly exhaled unsteadily with shock.
“I am never going to forgive myself, if something happens to you.”
“It would not be your fault.”
“Amon-”
“Let me do this,” he insisted. “I can keep you safe. Forever, I swear.”
She hated the agony in his voice. The anguish. The desperation. He wanted her to believe; needed her to believe. And she knew his every word was true. She knew this; a fact, as the sky was blue, as the moon would rise even if there was overcast, as the grass was green and the days would continue on she knew.
It was what could happen that frightened her the most.
“You wouldn’t stop following me even if I told you not to, would you,” she mumbled. She knew the answer to this, too, even before he replied. Spoken as a statement, not a question.
“Not until I knew you were out of danger”
Another shudder racked down her spine, and she closed her eyes. When she opened them again, he was even closer; his breath now tangling with her own. Her thoughts scrambled dizzily; mind and heart buzzing with her pining.
Her nobleman licked his lips anxiously; eyes darting from her own to her lips and back again. “… What I would sacrifice to the Gods right now, just to kiss you, even once,” he whispered gruffly.
Her heart launched into the stratosphere.
Brushing her lips against his own, Essie whimpered faintly, “What did I ever do to deserve you?”
Groaning thickly, Amon pressed closer; barely restraining the temptation of her lips, but he didn’t have her consent. Not yet. He was holding back by the tiniest of margins, nesting her face in his hands.
“Essie… I love you.”
The sorceress’ breath hitched.
“Prove it to me, then, and kiss me.”
She should have known anything her nobleman committed himself to was going to be nothing less than perfect. His lips were light and soft; a stark contrast to the rugged feeling of his palms to her face. It was a kiss barely-restrained; chaste and longing but remarkably controlled. Gentle. Considerate. Giving. Something that lasted all of a few seconds, and it stole all oxygen from her lungs and left her there, eyes closed, reminiscing the moment over and over again. The pressure of his lips against hers. The tingles that it sent hurtling through her; humming in her veins like liquid fire. The taste of him on her lips as she tasted them.
Finally, she opened her gaze to meet Amon’s own, and his mouth hanging agape. He immediately looked between her eyes to her lips, and back again. His throat jumped.
“… I love you too, Amon.”
His years of patience must have snapped; the final thin hair-line fragment breaking. He did not wait for her approval for a second kiss, melding against her in a mess of sweetness and lingering want.
It was her weakness. It broke her. It was infuriating and exhilarating; she knew there would be no turning him away. She should have realized this would happen when she had been so careless and brainless to vanish on him as she had in the first place He was willing to chase her to the ends of this world, and beyond it if necessary. It made her heart swell, and it made her putty, and it felt like a blow to the chest all at once. Even after she’d left him; run away, his worst fear realized that once again he was alone, he came racing to her side anyway with a golden heart of amnesty and his endless yearning.
Essätha had been wanting this sense of completion for so long. She couldn’t believe she had wanted to deny him the very same satisfaction she so selfishly wanted of him just because it was the easier answer.
Caesar gave an exasperated ‘boof’ from his lack of attention as they fell into each other; gentle love-bites and muted gasps of ‘I love you’s between grabby hands latching on to each other. Desperate for something to hold; to cling and merge and fold into each other.
There was no separating Amon Thomas Illiad from Essätha Meduza, just as there was no breaking the cycles of the cosmos. In the end, they’d always seek out each other.
And that was more of a blanket of security than all the weapons she could ever own and all the years of isolation she’d ever have. The risk was worth it. He would always be worth it.
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Maybe If Remus Had a Plan in the First Place This Fic Would Have Had a Name, Too
Remus is Remus, Roman is tired, and there’s a cat, too. Expected chaos ensues.
This is my gift for Pigeon, @the-pigeon, for @sanderssidesgiftxchange! I hope you enjoy your gift, and i hope your holidays were and continue to go well! Also, happy new year!! :D
word count: 2125
rating: teen and up (for slight language/innuendo)
content warnings: slight innuendo/language typical of remus, hair pulling as a stim, descriptions of bad things happening to animals (as an intrusive thought, it is dealt with accordingly), slight anxiety attack/sensory overload moment
relationships: platonic sides (all of em) with brotherly roman&remus focus, implied/background romantic roman/virgil and romantic patton/remus but it’s pretty subtle
characters: roman, remus, virgil, patton, logan, janus, c!thomas (meaning both character!thomas and cat!thomas asfhjakfh)
additional tags: high school au, punk au, heist fic, like slight conflict and then mostly fluff and comfort. also, side note, cain and abel are the twins’ cats sdhjgdskfh
“Remus.”
“Roman.”
A beat.
“Any chance you could explain… any of this?” Roman gestures wildly to the pile of metal scraps, receipts, the feral cat, and assorted other trinkets strewn across the sidewalk in front of Remus, before crossing his arms and impatiently awaiting an answer without his usual air of, well, put-together-ness.
“Well, I’d actually gotten around to finally cleaning my wallet, when—”
“The cat, Remus! Whose cat is this? Why do you have it? Why is it surrounded by trash?” Roman’s voice increased in both volume and shrillness as he went on, hands reaching unconsciously to tug at his hair.
“Hey, don’t do that shit,” Remus tugged at the cuffed jean at Roman’s ankle for emphasis, “Anyways, like I was saying, I was cleaning my wallet when I remembered that I was like, eighty assignments behind in anatomy, so I figured I could do some cool art or somethin’ with a cat! For… extra credit or something.” Remus faltered for a moment, “In all honesty, I didn’t think I’d get this far.” He had thought getting the cat would be the hard part, so now he was stuck in the swing of success without a direction to turn. Roman, however, was still stuck on the small details (in Remus’ humble opinion).
Roman took a deep breath, muttering something that sounded a lot like a prayer for forgiveness, before looking down at his brother yet again.
“Remus.”
“Yes, brother dearest?”
“Whose cat is this?”
“Do you want the honest answer?”
Roman looked moments away from manslaughter, yet managed to nod anyways. Remus’ face broke into a shit-eating grin;
“I have no fucking clue.”
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“Let me get this straight—”
A chorus of ‘good luck with that’s and similar sentiments echoed Logan’s statement, much to his chagrin.
“Okay. Redo.”
“You can’t just say ‘redo’ IRL, Lo,” Virgil chuckled, not even bothering to look up from his phone—he had already checked out from the drama, but stayed for the simple pleasure of experiencing the familiar banter—and in fear of being called to the dean’s office for cutting class. Mostly the latter.
“And I would argue that you cannot say ‘IRL’ in a verbal conversation, yet here we are,” Logan paused for emphasis, adjusted his necklaces for the umpteenth time, and smoothed his hands over the table again before continuing, “Regardless. The situation that you—and I mean you two,” he gestured to the twins, “there is hardly a ‘we’ fault-wise here—have gotten into, is one of... feline larceny, without a known victim? Is that correct?” Remus nodded sheepishly—or as sheepish as his wolfish features could get, all teeth and eyes—while Roman just stewed in rage. Remus’ backpack laid halfway zipped on the lab table, and every once in a while a pink nose and whiskers would find its way into the light before being shoved back by a flurry of hands, aware of what yet another detention would mean for the twins. They couldn’t all just skip, though—they learned that the hard way from the last time one of Roman and Remus’ harebrained schemes had made its way from “a slight nuisance” to “an unignorable thorn in everyone’s side that also somehow ends with arson.” So, they had some past experience in handling the, well, experience that the twins brought along with their company—but they normally had at least a lead to work with.
“How,” Janus started, massaging his temples despite only just then contributing to the wreck of a conversation that their art class had devolved into, “do you steal a cat, and not know who from?” Remus just shrugged.
“It wasn’t intentional. I needed a cat, a guy had a cat, I didn’t ask questions. Was I supposed to?” Remus asked, eyebrows drawn together—normally, he’d be a sarcastic shit that would drive the group insane on (some level of) purpose, but now he just seemed genuinely afraid—of the consequences of his own actions, but, still—progress. Logan opened his mouth to offer his advice, but was silenced by the jarring ring of the bell. He sighed. This was going to be a long day of way more stress than he was qualified for—the twins were going to owe him another stick and poke if he had any say in the matter.
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Remus must have been a wonderful, wonderful man in his past life. He had to have been. Because, somehow, by some good grace, he managed to make it through another two classes on his own, and to lunch in one piece, with a living cat by his side—well, in his backpack, but the merit stands. Logan could honestly say he was impressed—not that he would tell him that, though. Nevertheless, the six friends reconvened at lunch—still without a direction to turn.
“I could just put him back where I found him,” Remus started, attempting to break the icy silence at the table with a jackhammer as always.
“Do you even know where that is?” Roman scoffed, incredulous.
“Well, no, but I could get close.”
“This isn’t helping,” Logan interjected, “How about you bring it to a shelter? One nearby where you found it?” The table nodded in general agreement, but Remus only frowned.
“But that isn’t where I got it from. What if it has an owner? What if the closest shelter isn’t a no-kill shelter, and we go to all the trouble of saving the cat only for the fucks at the shelter to hurt it?” Remus’ pace picked up with his heart rate—despite only having this cat for maybe six hours, if anything happened to it, Remus had a pretty good idea of what he’d end up doing.
“We can check for that, can’t we, Lo?” Patton chimed in, placing a calming, steady hand on Remus’ shoulder, which sunk, relieved, at the touch.
“Possibly. But, regardless, it isn’t Remus’ cat. Our priority is to get it back to its original owner, if it has one,” Logan pointed out, “If that isn’t possible, then we need to reevaluate our plan, come up with another, and settle for a different goal.”
“Have we at any point today even actually had a plan?” Virgil snickered, ever the pessimist—it wasn’t like he was really helping as he was, once again, staring at his phone.
“Well, it’s not like you’ve done much besides stare at your phone today, edgelord,” Remus snarked, though it came out as more of a mumble—his face was pressed into the table, and his eyes were on the cat in the bag.
“You’re gonna have to get better nicknames, Dukey, we’re all edgelords here,” Janus deadpanned, smudging an unhealthy amount of eyeshadow around his eyes while Virgil and Remus argued over their respective contributions.
“Okay, can you, my brother,” Roman pointed to Remus, whose teeth clacked with how fast he shut up, ”and you, my boyfriend,” he pointed to Virgil, who could only look the smallest bit abashed, “calm all the way down? Stop arguing, holy shit—” Roman took another breath, relishing the silence that had fallen over the table before pushing on, “—how about we all go, together, and fix this shit? I mean, what could go wrong?”
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The answer was a lot. A fucking lot could go wrong when six seventeen-year-olds tried to coordinate anything, let alone an amateur heist.
Remus managed to get through the rest of the school day without much incident, but the rest of them were not so lucky, managing to receive a grand total of three detentions and six failed tests from lunch to the end of seventh period between the five of them. The teens recounted the horror stories of sixth period; Patton gesturing wildly from the driver's seat, Remus sat quietly (for maybe the second time in his life) in the passenger seat, and the remaining accomplices squished together in the back seat (which would fit three people at most for any group that wasn’t them). Also in the back seat was the cat, who had been dubbed “Thomas” for the time being—he was sat in Janus’ lap, curled up around an abandoned ball of yarn that had been left under one of the seats. The car ride across town would have been incredibly tense and unbearably long without the feline, and for that, Remus was grateful—even if he still had a sinking feeling of guilt swirling in his stomach.
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After a surprisingly uneventful car ride (except for the stop at a drive through for a morale boost (Patton’s words) of coffees and drinks which ended, after a rather nasty pothole, with a massive stain on the roof of the car), the party settled into the waiting room at the—no-kill, Remus triple checked—animal shelter. There weren’t enough chairs, so the group made more of a pile around Thomas, some of them standing, and the others sitting both on chairs and the floor. Juxtaposed with the sterile white of the walls, they stood out like the emo cousins that they basically were. Remus bounced his leg, up, down, up, down, over and over. He kept knocking his knee against Janus’, which jostled Thomas every time he did.
“Sorry,” Remus mumbled, trying to focus on holding still. But it itched in the back of his brain, guilt and stress and fault and all the wonderful, terrible feelings churning, over and over. The clock behind the desk was too loud, and Remus couldn’t do anything about it because they wouldn’t even have to be here if not for him. So he kept his mouth shut and tried not to cry—for all of two minutes, because that was when Janus decided that he had had enough, and shoved a ball of fur into his arms. For a moment, Remus was terrified he was going to fuck it up, hurting Thomas or himself or causing some other inevitable disaster, but Thomas just pushed his warm face into Remus’ palm, and suddenly, somehow the only thing Remus could feel was loved. He choked out a wet laugh, unable to contain the bubbling build-up of emotions that had been brewing since he first saw Thomas that morning. His friends all looked at him, concerned at first, but all they could do was coo at Remus being the softest they had ever seen him. He sniffed, and gave them all a watery smile.
“Thanks, guys.”
“Sincerity? In my brother? It’s more likely than you think!” Roman teased, poking his brother in the arm. Remus stuck his tongue out at him, and the teens devolved into familiarity, playful taunts and sincere joy, waiting to be called back for Thomas’ check up.
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While the veterinarian had been momentarily taken aback at the request for all six visitors to be in the room during the appointment, she also hadn’t seen a reason to say no at the time. Thus, once again, like the clowns they were, they piled into the room and crowded around the table, Thomas at the heart of it all—confoundingly calm given the situation, at least to the onlookers.
The veterinarian introduced herself to each of them, and began examining the cat for any injuries, microchips, or anything out of place.
“He seems to be healthy, no broken bones or infections…” The doctor said, reaching for a handheld device, “If he’s microchipped, and I’m able to reach the owner, you boys will be off the hook, okay?” Remus cringed, but nodded—he needed to remember that Thomas wasn’t his before he got hurt. She ran the scanner over Thomas’ back, and hummed.
“I’m… actually not finding anything. You said he was lost?”
“I don’t know for sure,” Remus confessed, “I found him on the street, so he could be a stray.”
“It seems he was a very lucky one, for sure. Most cats his age are incredibly susceptible to outside bacteria—finding you guys likely saved his life.” Remus’ eyes widened, and his hand reached for Thomas almost instinctively.
“You said that he doesn’t have an owner?”
“Not that I can determine, no. Did he have a collar, any sort of identification?”
Remus shook his head.
“Well, there are two options in the meantime; we can hold on to him, and put him up for adoption through our services, or you could adopt him. He needs to be immunized and neutered, first, but where he ends up is up to you guys.” Remus thought to himself for a moment.
“Hey, Roman. How mad do you think Mom would be if we brought Cain and Abel home a new friend?”
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The answer? Not mad enough to outweigh her happiness at Remus’ smile with Thomas in his arms. And even though he didn’t end up getting the extra credit in anatomy, Remus’ circle of best friends grew by one, so he thinks he did alright in the end.
#sanders sides#creativitwins#intruality#prinxiety#ts roman#ts remus#ts virgil#ts patton#ts janus#ts logan#c!thomas#cat!thomas
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Daily Writing Challenge 2021 Day 11
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World: Warcraft
Theme: Anilah - Warrior
T’aarth told her not to go. He warned her if she tried to visit her old home she would not like what she found. Some wounds long since scarred could reopen at the slightest touch, and many wounds on her people would never truly heal. Trying to find solace on Argus seemed like a waste of time to many, knowing it would only bring back memories too painful to endure.
But J’azel was not like many Draenei, and this wasn't about her. This was about her family.
The gentle trumpet of her lightforged elekk forced her to smile as they traveled across the ruined outskirts of Mac’Aree. Ko’duun was born among the stars and never set foot on the birthplace of his ancestors, but he could sense his master's pain. He avoided walking through the tall grass that managed to survive the Burning Legion’s wrath as well as the crumbling potholes along the road, not because he feared an ambush, but because this land was unstable; one wrong step could drop them both into a molten current. One day J’azel would set him free into the wilds of Azeroth to give him the closest thing she could to a natural elekk life; returning to what once was is often all she could think about, yet when Ko’duun neared the remains of the Kratisaan talbuk farms, she could barely think at all.
“Kath tonesk.” The command was friendly yet firm, causing Ko’duun to obey without delay; the massive elekk bull knelt on his front legs and waited for J’azel to climb off before sitting down completely. He snorted out a loud whine in her direction while she walked down the shattered street, but she didn't pay him any attention; she was adrift in a flood of memories that rushed her back to her tragically ended way of life.
Hardly anything remained of Kratisaan. Most of the buildings were reduced to little more than piles of rubble, with the crystal reservoirs scorched from felfire spells almost as old as she was. The overgrowth covering the few remaining walls almost concealed her own home from J’azel, but she knew exactly where she was going. The living room was in shambles just as she expected, with most of the floor covered in dirt, grass, and debris from the roof that threatened to collapse on top of her. The cupboards and nearby closet were seemingly ransacked only a month or so ago, but J’azel knew any clothing would have disintegrated long before. The other rooms either had the door sealed by dirt and foliage, or were completely caved in from years of rot and abandonment; either way they were inaccessible.
“Ku… ku...k-k-kuuu-uu-uuu…” A faint voice whispered from beneath the packed dirt mere inches behind her hooves. Immediately she turned to investigate, scooping handfuls to toss aimlessly away; the sight of her family's arcane-infused construct made her heart flutter. Such a simple machine lasting this long without maintenance was a testament to Argussian ingenuity.
Still, it was in some seriously bad shape. Dirt has been causing the little construct considerable trouble, preventing fine motor control and likely breaking hardware it needed to properly function. J’azel was careful when she pulled it out of the ground like a vegetable, fearing it would crumble in her hands at the slightest pressure. “A-a-a-alert… planeta-a-a-ary invasion in progress-ess. E-e-evacuate immediately-y. Eredar safety-y top priori-i-i...”
“Poor Tilbi… stuck in mode for twenty five thousand years...” J’azel cradled the construct in her arms, occasionally flicking clumps of dirt away from its sensors. “Deactivate emergency protocols. Run diagnostics.”
“Voice recogni-i-ized. Diagnostics… c-c-c-c-omplete.” Tilbi tried to move its arms, but the damage rendered it paralyzed. “E-e-e-error. Internal-al power core… f-fail…ure….” The Draenei was quickly running out of time; if she didn’t restore power, the data stored within would be lost forever. Unfortunately it used arcane magic to power itself, and it was far too outdated for J’azel to requisition anything useful from the Vindicaar before it was too late. She was forced to improvise, and use the only thing left she had at her disposal. Her runic tattoos lit up with the Gift of the Light Mother, which surged forth from the Draenei’s hands and enveloped the construct in a soft golden light. “P… p… p-p-power restored. Retrievink-ink archived video recordink.” It was not her intention to put any strain on Tilbi way out here. J’azel merely wanted to sustain it until she could return to the Vindicaar for repairs, but when it managed to turn its head around to face the center of the living room, and the grainy projection started playing, all she could do was stare wide-eyed with her mouth hanging open.
“Alright alright! Gather ‘round, little ones!” Her father's booming voice sent chills up her spine moments before he stepped in front of the camera. His giant face filled the entire living room and his hardened eyes stared right through her while he fiddled with Tilbi, clearly struggling to make it do what he wanted. “Damn zing too tiny for hands… ah! I got it! Hurry before picture taken!”
Her mother appeared next, slowly stepping into view with both of her hands resting on her extended belly. “Miraan! J’azel! Get out here so father let me rest!” She was more beautiful than J’azel remembered; an absolutely stunning woman aglow with her pregnancy. She struggled to pull out a chair to sit down in, but her father moved faster than Tilbi could follow, causing his image to sputter and glitch when he rushed to her aid. J’azel held the ancient construct with trembling hands which made the image shake and shudder; with another surge of light she soothed herself to continue watching.
Miraan staggered out of her room with an obnoxious yawn. She was so innocent back then, before the Legion came and took her away; J’azel didn’t know how to feel in knowing her older sister was now a power-hungry tyrant who serves the very monsters that murdered their parents and molested their homeworld. “Miraan... vhere is sister? Ve are runnink out of time, yes?” She gave their mother a carefree shrug and plopped down next to her. What an absolute brat.
“Ah- I vill fetch her. One moment.” Her father hurried out of sight to return a minute later, slowly leading a tiny J’azel into frame by her hand. The Draenei couldn't help but laugh at her four year old self with her stubby legs and messy crown of hair; back then her horns were still barely visible too, sticking maybe an inch or two out of her head. It looked like she was rudely interrupted from a nap. “This vay little Comet.” Her father swept her up into his massive arms and carried her the rest of the way. “Alright! Everyone ready? Lean in close!” J’azel felt her eyes begin to burn, but she did her best to stay as quiet and as still as she was able. “Three! Two! One!”
“SOVAAKI" They all shouted at once, except J’azel, who was already falling back asleep in her father's arms. They kept their grins for a few more moments until her mother began growing impatient. Watching her family stare at her put the biggest smile on the her face. She couldn't stop the gigantic tears from falling either, but she neither noticed nor cared. There was so much she wanted to tell them. So much they needed to know. J’azel would give up what little she had for just five minutes to speak to them again… but they were long gone.
“Vhere is flash?” Their mother asked, mildly annoyed. “Did you set Tilbi to camera or video?”
“It is video.” Miraan confirmed before stretching. “Next time I vill set Tilbi. Father bad at this.”
Their father let out an embarrassed chuckle before scratching the back of his head. “Kids and their tech these days… I vill figure it out after vork, yes? Vhen J’azel wakes up, tell h-her d-d-daddy-y l-lo-o-ov…” The images began to flicker in and out, causing J’azel to stiffen with fear; at long last Tilbi was shutting down! She was blinded by her tears and desperate to hear the rest of this recording. Another surge of Light flowed from her trembling palms, but the intensity became too much for the decrepit construct! The frozen image of her and her family turned a sickly yellowish brown before they melted before her eyes like hot wax; Tilbi twitched in her trembling hands before drooping its head and popping, its internal hardware catching on fire with a low whirring sounding off Tilbi’s death rattle.
The last thing she had of her family was destroyed. J’azel pressed the remains of the construct against her breastplate and began sobbing uncontrollably; what started as weak sniffling and whimpering devolved into a loud wail, a lamented crescendo for twenty five thousand years of anguish out at once, at last.
Then the house shook, snapping her out of her mindless suffering just long enough for her to drop Tilbi and reach for her sword. Was it a demon attack? A wild animal fighting Ko’duun? Horde scavengers hunting down anything of value? Possibilities kept dancing around in her h-
The filtered light from her left cast in the living room was blocked by a giant shadow. J’azel snapped her gaze to the remains of the window, seeing a beady eye with long eyelashes blinking at her before a concerned trumpeting whine shook the house again. “I'm fine… I'm fine…” She tried to wipe her face dry, but the tears refused to stop. Unconvinced the elekk bull reached into the window with his trunk and began tugging at the wall to get inside. J’azel had just enough time to scramble onto her hooves before his third tug, which ripped what was left of the house apart.
The Draenei covered her head while the rest of the house came down around her in a thick cloud of smoke. When she opened her eyes she found herself standing atop an unrecognizable ruin, surrounded by shattered stone and twisted debris. Ko’duun waddled forward with a guilty snort, and watched her closely with his shimmering eyes. J’azel wanted to yell at him for what he did, but once he slowly wrapped his trunk around her slender waist and lifted her into the air, any anger she had disappeared. He gently swung her around until she started laughing again.
Eventually J’azel wrapped her arms around his lumpy face and pressed her forehead against him, listening to his steady breathing and the subtle grinding of his flat teeth. “Thank you, Ko’duun.” She sighed, feeling her hooves touch the ground again. She was ready to leave Kratisaan and never return to this tragic place again.
“Let us go home.”
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The Lighthouse (7/??)
Summary: The town is sleepy, the people are nice enough, but life gets turned upsidedown when the God of Thunder literally falls out of the sky.
A/N: Alright, this is the beginning of questions being answered, and I know that it’s not going to be many, but we’ll get there over the next couple of chapters. Please enjoy!
Page dividers by @carryonmyswansong
Pairing: ThorxReader
Word Count: 2.4k
Warnings: Mild argument
Part 6
“Get up.”
“Heimdall?”
“It wasn’t me, (Y/N). But I heard it too.”
“Wha-?” A sharp energy jolts through my body and I sit bolt upright in bed. “Loki.”
“Yes.”
“Heimdall, is he on Earth?”
“As far as I can tell, yes. But you knew that already.”
I nod and throw the covers back. I yank on a pair of jeans and tug a sweatshirt over my head as I stumble out onto the stairs. Charles tries to follow me and I shoo him back up to my room and tell him to stay put. He blinks slowly and curls up under my comforter instead of following me back out into the stairwell.
“Where are you going?”
“Gotta grab Thor.” I slip into Thor’s room and gently shake his shoulder. “Get up.”
“Wha-?”
“Get up,” I repeat. I throw his pants from the day before into his lap. “Gotta go.”
“What’s going on?”
“Massive breakthrough,” I say. I shake my head and move back to the stairs. “Meet me downstairs, We gotta go as soon as you’re ready.”
“What time is it?” he asks, rubbing sleep from his eyes.
I pause, trying to remember if I checked. Eventually, I shake my head. “No clue. Just get downstairs.”
I hurtle down the stairs and grab my bag from the chair in the entryway. I walk through the kitchen and grab my cell phone from the counter and a huge flashlight from under the sink.
“Do you have any idea of where he is?”
“Somewhere along the beach, I think,” I mutter. “Maybe I should grab a tarp…”
I moved out to the carport and tossed my bag into the truck before shuffling around in the bed to make sure I had everything I’d need.
“How will you find him?”
“Drive until I get the same feeling I had when I got up, run down to the beach, and wander around till I find him. Easy.” I glance up just in time to see Thor stumbling into the kitchen.
“Just be careful.”
“I will.” I open the door to the kitchen and gesture for Thor to come out to the car. “We have to go.”
Thor sighs and joins me outside. Once he’s in the car, I climb in and we immediately head south.
“Where are we going?” Thor asks.
I shake my head. “I don’t know, we just have to drive until I know to stop.”
“I don’t much like the sound of that.”
“I know. It’s not my best line.” I turn out onto the highway that follows the beach. “Please be patient with me.”
Thor frowns but nods and folds his hands in his lap. He doesn’t say anything else for nearly ten minutes and when he does, he simply wants to make sure that I’m alright.
“You don’t seem yourself.”
“I know.”
“Slow down.”
I hum softly and slowly ease my foot off the gas. Several cars scream past, honking as the drivers move into the other lane and flip me off before cutting in front of me and speeding away. I don’t pay them any mind and keep my eyes trained on the beach, waiting for any indication that I’m getting close to our destination. I glance over at Thor after each car passes us and he sits, stock straight, gripping his knees till his knuckles are almost completely white.
“(Y/N), what are you doing?!” he hisses.
“We’re almost there, I think,” I mutter. I shake my head. “Not yet, though.”
“You’re not making any sense!”
“Yeah.”
“Close.”
“We’re close.” My stomach clenches and I know exactly where we need to go. “We’re really close.”
“To what.”
I don’t answer him and it only serves to make him more uneasy. As we reach another mile marker, I slow considerably. Only when I see the next picnic area, I pull off the road and stop the car.
“Where are we?”
“Dad and I used to come here all the time.” I grab my bag and hop out of the truck. “Is this seriously the place?”
I look up and down the highway and bolt across the asphalt when I’m sure I won’t get run over. Thor yells after me and I just gesture for him to follow me. He groans and lumbers after me and does his best to keep his balance as he jogs after me into the sand.
I dig the flashlight out of my bag and start scanning the beach for anything out of place. There’s more driftwood scattered along this stretch than the last time I was here. I shake my head and push onward.
“I know you said we’d go to the beach,” Thor says. “But this isn’t exactly what I’d pictured.”
“This isn’t that, I promise.”
“Then what is it?”
“I just have to find him,” I answer. “He’s around here somewhere. I can feel it in my gut.”
“Who?” Thor asks. “Who are we supposed to be looking for?”
When I don’t answer, Thor grabs my shoulders and turns me to face him.
“Let go of me, Thor.”
“No, (Y/N), you’re not making any sense!”
“Look, I know that. I just need you to trust me for ten more minutes,” I plead. “Just let me go, and you’ll get answers.”
He frowns, and his shoulders sag. His hands fall to his sides and I nod to him and resume the search.
I gasp when I see a massive pile of sand about ten yards down the beach. I wave to get Thor’s attention before running off towards the mound of sand. Thor readily follows after me.
I drop to my knees and toss the flashlight to the side, and immediately start shoveling sand away from the mound with my hands. Thor moves to the other side of the mound and shoves sand away in an attempt to help. I pause and mutter an apology and he briefly meets my eyes, confused. I shake my head and keep digging away and, eventually, my hands meet leather. My eyes go wide and I frantically follow the lines of the fabric up to a pale neck. I lift one trembling hand to brush sand away from their face.
“Please don’t hate me,” I say softly.
“What?”
I grab the flashlight and shine it over the limp figure. Their sharp features become more and more defined as sand is cleared from their head. From what I remember of footage from the New York incident, this is very clearly Loki. My anxiety eases and I let out a relieved sign. Thor sucks in a sharp breath as I press my fingers to Loki’s pulse point. His heartbeat is faint, but nothing to worry about.
“I’m sorry, Thor.”
“You didn’t tell me,” he mumbles.
“I couldn’t.”
“He is my brother.”
I nod and Thor hooks his hands under Loki’s arms and drags him out of the mound of sand. I push myself to my feet and watch Thor toss his brother over his shoulder. I lead the way back to the truck and Thor places Loki in the bed. I do my best to avoid any potholes and take corners very slowly to assure that Loki doesn’t get shaken around any more than I’m sure he already has. We sit quietly in the truck for a moment once we’re parked. Thor opens his mouth like he wants to say something, but closes it instead and gets out of the truck.
Thor carries his brother up to the bathroom and I help him clean Loki up as best I can. I grab clean clothes from the laundry and force magic into them, changing their size to fit Loki. I take them up to Thor and he raises his eyebrows.
“Are these mine?”
I nod. “I changed the size. They should fit him just fine.”
“Alright.”
I wait downstairs while Thor changes his brother into the clean clothes and puts him to bed. I press my fist to my mouth and pace in front of the couch, trying to figure out how to explain myself to Thor. I kept this secret from him for over a week and he was so hurt when he realized I lied to him. I shake my head, sigh, and drop down onto the couch. Thor joins me downstairs and he takes a seat beside me.
“He’s settled,” he says softly. “All we can do now is wait till he wakes.”
“I’m sure he’ll be up before you know it.”
He hums. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t want to get your hopes up. There was no way to know if we’d actually find him.”
“So Heimdall was in on this?” I nod and he scowls. “How long have you been hiding this from me?”
I shrink away from him. “A little more than a week.”
“Wh-You really kept this from me for more than a week?” He shoots up from the couch and I sink back against the cushions. “You mean to tell me that I’ve been sitting on my ass while you’ve been sneaking around behind my back to search for my brother?”
“Basically.”
“Did you even take that day off?”
”Kind of.”
“What do you mean ‘kind of’?”
“I tried and got bored and needed to do something productive.”
“You had personal projects!”
“Hobbies.”
“Who’s to say hobbies can’t be productive?”
I sigh and scrub my hands over my face. “I fucked up, I know that, Thor. I just didn’t know if or when I’d be able to find him. He was ping ponging through the universe up until two days ago. There was no way to know how long it’d take for him to get close enough to our solar system. When I knew where he was, I just knew. I had a feeling and I had to get up and go and find him.”
“Do you not trust me?”
“I trust you more than anyone else, but the last thing I want to do is hurt you.”
He stops his pacing and turns to look at me. I prop my head up on my first and meet his gaze. His eyes flit over me, but I can't find the energy to be anxious about it. My eyes follow him as he approaches and crouches in front of me. He looks me over and I suddenly want to disappear.
“You’re exhausted,” he says. I nod and he envelopes my hand in both of his. “You’ve used too much magic.”
“Probably.”
“You didn’t need to.”
“You were worried about him.”
“(Y/N)...”
“And what if he can help fill in the gaps?” I ask. “Wouldn’t it be worth it? To have him safe, and to know what happened?”
“Not at the expense of your life.” He runs the back of his fingers over my cheek. “You mean too much to me to lose you.”
I sigh and lean into his touch when he cups my jaw. “And you mean too much to me to do nothing.”
His brows pull together and I lean forward to rest my forehead against his. He squeezes my hand and holds our joined hands to his chest.
“I understand. I just worry.”
“I know, I’m human. But I’m going to do what I can for you while I can.”
“What’s the point of that if you die?”
“Maybe I could die, but I’m getting stronger, just like I said I would. You don’t have to protect me from myself.”
“I just wish you’d slow down.”
“I can do that.”
“Thank you.”
I shift closer and brush my nose against his. He sighs softly and his breath fans out across my lips.
"Is it… can I-" I cut myself off, unable to find the right words.
“What is it?”
I shake my head. “It’s nothing. I think I’m just tired.”
“Is that it?”
“I-no.” I squeeze his hand and lean back to look at him. I sigh quietly. “Thor, I really like you.”
He smiles and the corners of his eyes crinkle. He reaches out and takes my face in his hand. “My feelings for you have not changed.”
I turn my head slightly to kiss the palm of his hand and Thor runs his thumb over my cheek. I cover his hand with mine and sigh. My eyes flit over his face and linger on his lips for a moment before flicking back up to meet his gaze.
"May I kiss you?" Thor asks. “Do you want me to kiss you?”
I nod and he closes the distance between us, tilts his head to the side, and gently presses his lips to mine. I relax against him and kiss him back before pulling away briefly and quickly kissing him once more.
"We should probably get some sleep," I murmur.
Thor nods. "I'll take the couch, seeing as Loki is in my bed."
“You don’t have to.” His brows pull together in confusion. “You could just share with me.”
“I don’t know,” he says. “We’ve already pushed so many boundaries you’ve set tonight-”
“This isn’t pushing boundaries. I’m just saying that there’s no reason you should sleep on a couch you’re gonna get stuck to after ten minutes when there’s a perfectly good bed upstairs.”
“(Y/N)...” He bites the inside of his cheek. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
The corner of his mouth quirks up into a smile. “Alright.”
I smile and climb up from the couch and lead Thor up the stairs. Daisy is lying outside my door and her tail starts wagging when she sees us. I crouch down and scratch behind her ears before pushing open my bedroom door. Daisy follows Thor and I into the room and waits patiently while I scoop up Charles and pull back the covers. Thor and I climb into bed and Charles wriggles out of my arms and curls up close to my chest when I turn on my side.
Thor hesitantly rests his hand on my hip but, when I move his hand to my stomach, he shuffles closer and pulls me against his chest.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” I murmur. “I should’ve just let you know from the start.”
“I understand why you didn’t,” he says. “I get very… emotional when it comes to my family. But thank you.”
I relax against him and my body steadily grows heavier. Charles moves closer to my chest and bumps his nose against my chin before curling up and purring quietly.
“I promise I’ll talk to you next time I’m planning something,” I say. Thor kisses the back of my neck and I slowly begin to drift off. “I promise…”
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Part 8
Loki’s arrived! Which means that one mystery is solved. But what do you think happened to everyone? Their memories are still messed up, which had to have taken something HUGE.
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Pt 1
Warning: This isn't as upbeat as most of my posts are. Drug use is mentioned, violence, (of course, it's a Walking Dead AU!) So yeah if that's upsetting please skip this :)
The Walking Dead x Pigpen Crossover (AU)
Written by sleepysloth99
Part 1, Boss?
Jinhyeok:
Jinhyeok was working the night shift at a pizza parlor the very first night the outbreak started. He figured he'd go to work for some money, that it wasn't that serious, that even if he did die it wouldn't necessarily matter since he didn't have anyone to miss him anyway. He was taking out the trash when he heard a subtle groan. He scanned the alleyway and saw a woman slumped, staring at a wall.
"Uh... ma'am? Place's closed. Please come back tomorrow. It's not safe to be out here so late anyway--"
He stared at her.
"Ma'am... you okay?"
She turned her head and only to his surprise she was paleish green. Eyes a milky white, flesh completely rotten. Jinhyeok froze in fear.
"Wha... what the hell?" He just barely got away when the adrenaline started pumping and he dashed his way back inside.
"Kim-- sir-- there..." he panted "there's a lady... she... she--"
His boss Kim spun in his chair groaning.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Jinhyeok screamed. Kim was a big guy... 500 lbs to be exact. So to be stuck in a narrow pizza parlor with a chubby undead guy and no weapon was a death trap.
Jinhyeok knew he had to take action. He looked around for anything close by and found a pipe sticking out of the wall. He gave it a firm tug, hands slipping from sweat as Kim slowly stumbled to him. He just barely got chomped when it broke off and he hit him on the head.
Stunned but adrenaline still pumping, Jinhyeok gave Kim a few hits, when he struck him hard on the head. The impact breaking his head open. Jinhyeok falls back scared out of his mind. Kim's brains spilled all on the tiles.
Jinhyeok knew he had to run. He grabbed his backpack, packed a few things including the pipe, and sped off on the delivery bike.
Part 2: A Memorable Night
Romi:
Saturday night, 11:45 p.m. Romi was in the bathroom at her friend's house applying eyeliner.
"Yo! Romi! You almost done in there?" Shouted Ha-rin.
"Yeah! Hold on!" Said Romi, popping her lips to press the lip tint in. Tonight was going to be the best night ever. The night before she leaves back to college. Before she had to study again. It was going to be memorable.
And it was... just not that way she was expecting.
"Ooh you look nice!" Said Ha-rin, oogling Romi's outfit. From the black tank top to the contrasted pleated skirt with fishnets and heels, Ha-rin loved it.
"Aw thanks! You too!" Replied Romi, oogling Ha-rin's short pastel strawberry dress and dangly earrings.
They rushed into the car and drove for a good 30 minutes, taking a few sips of vodka along the way. When they arrived they pulled up to a massive abandoned church with a graveyard and everything. People were dancing, taking shots, getting high, etcetera. Much to Romi and Ha-rin's amusement, some folks were dressed as monsters in bikinis.
Once they settled with their drinks, Ha-rin pulled Romi aside.
"Hey... so... I heard Byung-ho was gonna be here tonight and uh..."
"You want me to give you guys some privacy... right?" Asked Romi with a smirk.
Ha-rin nodded.
"Sure thing." Said Romi, and off she went.
For the next four hours she went around the lot. Dancing, drinking, smoked a bit, and talked to random strangers. She went to the bathroom to touch up some of her foundation and checked her phone.
"Huh... it's been hours now and Ha-rin hasn't even texted me."
She stands there in front of the mirror. Internally debating if she should shoot her a text or not. She went to put her phone back in her purse when suddenly a hunch made her pause abruptly.
She wasn't sure why but she had a feeling that Ha-rin was in trouble...
By now she had left the bathroom and is pushing random people through the crowd.
"HA-RIN.... HA-RIN!!!" Romi shouted out, but was overpowered by the loud speakers. Everyone was crowding her, pushing and pulling when she looked to her left and saw a group of people running and screaming.
"RUN!" Yelled a man from the crowd.
Romi looked around when she saw a rotting old woman bite the neck of a young man.
Romi was too shocked and horrified to even scream. All she thought was... *"Oh no... Ha-rin... she--"*
Her phone buzzed.
Romi checked her phone... it was Ha-rin.
"Romi you gotta come here"
"NOW"
She frantically typed.
"Where are you? What's going on?"
The god forsaken ellipsis chat bubble popped up for what felt like hours.
"I'm in the cellar. Some guy crawled through the window and bit Byung-ho."
"Romi he's not moving. I'm scared!"
"Are you safe?" Romi typed.
"Yeah considering. I'm hiding in the little closet under the stairs."
Romi: "Okay stay where you are. I'm on the way."
Ha-rin: "And Romi--"
A guy bumped into her, dropping her phone. Instantly the screen shattered into a million pieces.
"Hey watch where you're--"
Romi choked on her words. The guy that bumped into her was... dead.
She stumbled and fell from her heels.
*"Ah... ah... shit. What do I do?! I don't have anything on me to fight! All I have are these heels and-- wait!"
The walker fell on top of her and was only a few inches away from her face. In the midst of her panic she kicked her heel off and upwards. In her reach she pushed the walker away and pierced the stiletto through its eye. She pushed the corpse away, making a group of people trip. She took off her other stiletto and made a run for it. The cellar was down the hall to the left. Where some of those things were pouring out of.
"Looks like my only way to her is to fight them." Romi said, gritting her teeth at all the sprinkles of glass penetrating her feet.
One by one each walker slowly stumbled up to her, and each time she took her heels and hit them in the brain. Only a few times did they get stuck in the heads of them. But Romi managed, she pulled through, she made it to the cellar.
"HA-RIN! HA-RIN! I'M HERE! HA....rin...."
Romi mumbled the last bit. She was too late. Her stomach tightened and dropped at the sight of her best friend's organs being torn and feasted on bit by bit.
Romi couldn't even gag. She was just out of it completely... only snapping back when Ha-rin reached her hand out.
"Rom..."
"HA-RIN!"
"Don't...don't... come closer..."
"NO I'M NOT LEAVING YOU BEHIND! HA-RIN! HA-RIN!"
"I... love you... Rom-com*..."
(Rom-com was Romi's nickname. The only person that got to call her that was Ha-rin.)
Much to Romi's dismay she fled. Fighting her way out and stealing a pair of sneakers on her way out. Heels still in each hand for defense.
She walked for a few hours through the woods. Avoiding the walkers and made it to the road. Empty but a clear view.
There she saw bright headlights... the sound of a motorcycle echoed through the trees.
"Hey... HEY WAIT WAIT STOP PLEASE!"
The driver made a sharp turn, almost hitting Romi.
The driver took off their helmet. There a man with black hair and tired eyes stood.
"What are you doing out here? You do realize what's going on... right?" He asked.
Romi fell her knees.
"YOUGOTTAHELPMEPLEASETHEREWASA--AND AND MY FRIEND-- HA-RIN SHE-SHE--"
The man raised his hand.
"Hey calm down... and lower your voice. Don't want those things hearing us. Now... what happened?"
Romi took sharp pants.
"My friend... Ha-rin she... she... IT'S ALLMYFAULTISHOULDVENEVERLEFTHERSI•HA•IDE!" She bawled. Covering her face in shame and defeat.
The Man frowned.
"It's okay... you don't have to tell me. Get on."
She got on the bike and they sped off.
The Man's eyes filled with fear. "Shit... you hear that? They know where we are. You got a gun or something?"
"All I have are these heels but believe me they work..." Romi commented with a menacing tone.
"Great. Take them out. I'll keep driving." Said The Man
Each side came one or two walkers. Romi stabbed as many as she could, aiming for the eyes and the head. It was all going well when her stiletto got caught on a walker's head, making her lose one of her only weapons.
"How are we doing back there?" The Man yelled.
"Lost one heel." She answered.
The Man sighed.
"Okay... do you know how to drive?" He asked.
"Yeah, why?" She answered.
"Alright... take the wheel while I handle them." The Man commanded.
Romi was going to ask if he was sure but all she needed was one look in his cold, threatening eyes to know he was sure.
She quickly switched places with him. Now she was driving the bike, turning every now and then to avoid the potholes and whatnot. The Man pulled out a pipe and whacked each walker. Each hit a loud "B O N G" rung out. A split road leading up to a bridge was spotted by the two.
"Okay... we should go up there. Get higher ground." The Man suggested. Romi nodded in agreement.
"Once we're above we should scout for something. Whether it's a payphone, gas station, something that can help us find someone or supplies at least." Romi suggested.
"Right... yeah good idea!" The Man exclaimed. He looked at her with a cocky smirk.
"You know... we make a pretty good team. I'm Romi. What's your name?" She asks, making a turn.
"Nice to meet you Romi, I'm Jinhyeok."
•To be continued•
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How was that guys? I was talking with a friend on Discord and suddenly thought of this. If you guys want I can post some more parts featuring Minu, Yumi, mom, dad, and maybe Taehui. This was my first time writing an apocalyptic setting and since my head has been nothing but Walking Dead Game brainrot, figured I oughta put it to good use. :)
#manhwa#webtoon#pigpen+webtoon#pigpen#the walking dead game#the walking dead au#alternate universe#fanfic#zombie apocolypse au#carnby+kim#jinhyeok song#night 1#outbreak#apocalypse#apocalypticfiction#zombie#walkers#muertos#sorry if this sucks
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throwback to my closest brush with death
december 2018, i was in that green bus.
the landslide happened at just a few minutes past 12AM. it was pouring and there had been horrible traffic. i was asleep and at first i just thought “holy fuck what kind of massive pothole did we just drive through?” but when the bus fucking tilted i knew that wasn’t it and that woke me up. the bus, held up by the unfortunate orange truck underneath, was barely hanging on the trees (below was an infinite cliff, not pictured). some people outside helped and smashed one of the windows for us to climb outside, and we had to do that quick bcs the truck and the bus could just roll down the cliff at any moment. i was there with 5 other girls, all barely young adults. my foot got fucking stuck bcs i had the brilliant idea of wrapping my bag straps around my leg before going to sleep like i thought if anyone was gonna grab my bag that would wake me up, but turns out my bag got stuck underneath the seat in front of me and it took some time and fucking effort bending my body to grab it, but i sure as hell wasn’t gonna leave without my bag (my skincare products!). my phone was safe because i had headphones on so the wires kept me aware of where my phone was (i had Joji’s Slow Dancing in the Dark on repeat). i kicked off my shoes before going to sleep so by then they were lost to the tilt of the bus (those were my favorite pair of shoes, gifted to me by my aunt. i still mourn its loss). by the time i freed my leg my friends were fucking gone. i climbed out the window and up the cliff with my wet socks and got some minor wounds on my hands (thankfully none on my feet tho, somehow i managed to not step on any shards in the dark). i remember a boy handing me a bun that had fallen out of my bag, that was nice, though i sure as hell wasn’t going to eat that bun anymore.
by the time i got up the cliff i was drenched, the traffic had gotten worse as all these vehicles tried to turn away from the landslide but that was just impossible so no one could move. the bus passengers were all running, i’m pretty sure they (like myself) had no idea where to run, it was fucking dark, but we just had to run. there was this woman with me, we stopped by behind a minitruck that had a canopy for some shelter from the rain, until the people on the back of the minitruck (also passengers of the bus, at least some of them, i assume) offered us a spot, so we climbed up. nearly all of them were middle-aged men, some a bit older, and strangely enough, i have never felt as safe in the company of a bunch of unknown men as i did that time (on a fucking random minitruck, as well. they could’ve fucking kidnapped me and sold my organs or what and i could’ve had no way out). i even made some conversation with them!
but then i realized “oh shit, i should let my parents know that i’m okay, before they find this out from the news and lose their shit like they could literally get a heart attack,” like that’s not gonna help anyone, so i thought of giving them a call... but then the woman beside me was on a call as well, and she was wailing. and there was no way i could keep my parents calm when they could hear her cries, so i sat there and patted her back and waited for her to calm down. i called my dad first (bcs he was the more easily panicked type who i fear could fall over with a heart attack) but he didn’t pick up. a few times after that i called my mom and she responded (and i remembered that my mom was always the night owl, like myself).
“hi mom, is dad asleep?”
“yeah, why?”
“i called him but he didn’t pick up. anyways, listen. i’m okay.”
“??? yeah?”
“there was a landslide so now we’re on our way back.”
“oh, okay.”
that was the gist of it. tbh i was like “holy shit??” my mom was way calmer than i expected lol but that was good. so i went back to some casual conversations with everyone else on that minitruck (i noticed there were stacks of vegetables there as well).
some time after that some voices started calling out at me. i might have even missed it if the old man beside me didn’t point it out. with the slowest possible pace, the minitruck had finally driven past my friends who were standing by a quite large wooden shack by the road for shelter (along with many other people who i assume are also the bus passengers). so i climbed down the minitruck and reunited with my friends. they were on the phone with some of the guys in our year and they told them that they had found me (apparently they’ve told the guys that i had gone missing, and like i was always the baby of the group, in a way? like i guess that was to be expected since i was younger than everyone else, but anyways, they got the guys freaked out as well). they handed me the phone and i laughed and told the boys something along the line of “yeah i was on a minitruck filled with vegetables going on a snail pace chatting with some random old men” and one of them kept repeating “??? you’re laughing?? are you nuts???”
then the guys were like “do you want us to go there and pick you all up with our motorcycles?” which was charming, but a very careless idea bcs it was far, a route up the hills, at midnight, with heavy rain, so we said no to that. some time after that (im not sure what happened?) but we got our hands on some saline so we helped everyone to it. a few hours after that they told us they had gotten some vehicles to ride back to our city, including a bus identical to the one we were just on, to which we were like NAH and they offered us a minitruck, though it took more walking to reach. by then my feet were fucking sore bcs the thin wet socks were just sad and not “climbing up hills, walking on rocks” appropriate. and then we were ready to go, but then we found out that a senior had actually driven his way to where we were and we couldn’t just leave him. pretty sure his battery ran out or something so we lost contact with him for a while. pretty sure one of us tried looking for him and we lost her for some time as well. pure confusion pt.2. by the time we were finally ready to go back, it was 3AM, tbh i thought more time had passed. bcs it was a minitruck and there were some other passengers as well, namely paramedics, only one of us could sit inside - they let me have the seat :( probably felt bad for me and my sore little feet and my smol body and like i said i was always the baby of the group lol. though i lowkey feel like they must’ve had some fun out there, with the splashes of rain and the cold 3AM wind... or maybe not.
anyways then we got back at the city, at the pick up point of the travel service. waited some time before my parents finally came to pick me up. they were confused. “where are your luggages?” “why did you leave your shoes?” i was confused. turns out they didn’t realize that - it wasn’t just “there was a landslide” - our bus got fucking hit by that landslide and got pushed off and nearly rolled down an infinitely deep cliff. turns out i did a better job in sounding calm through the phone than i expected. i kept quiet tho, not gonna give my dad a heart attack while he was driving, though after some time it looked like things started to click in my mom’s mind. by the time we got back, my dad went back to bed soon after, and my mom came into my bedroom and was like “...so.... what actually happened?” and i told her everything. “i knew you losing your shoes was weird. you couldn’t have just left them.” to which i responded “now ik why you sounded totally unbothered on the phone!” i was like “what did you think it was?” she went “well you mentioned that there was a landslide? so i thought it blocked the road? and that was it??” the adrenaline kept me from falling asleep for the rest of that night.
the next morning my dad came up to me and held up his phone and went “?????? this???? this happened???? you were in that bus???? what???” and showed various pictures of the bus (including the one i posted above) “???? that cliff is very deep you know???? look?? your bus is so far down???” like he was grinning but it visibly broke his brain LOOOOL and he asked my mom “did you know??? what??? ?? was it just me?? i didn’t know???” and calls started coming from the family and my parents had to go like “aha yeah that happened but she’s ok lol she sounded totally ok on the phone so we didn’t even realize”
and then i took a picture of my ruined manicure. i had it done literally just the day before smh.
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Victor X MC “In This Moment.”
Rating: Explicit Smut
WC: 5,046
A|N: Car sex, cream pie, eating out, fletching.
Summary: Victor is heading off on a business trip that will last for many weeks. You ride with him to the airport to spend a few more moments with him. But the ride ends too quickly, and Victor isn’t satisfied with the last moments he had with you. He takes time into his own hands to spend one last suspended moment with you. Things get heated as you two say your last goodbyes as sensual passions unfurl.
Mr. Love Queen’s Choice Fanfiction
You felt every bump in the road while you nestle with Victor in the back seat of the glorified uber. The car wasn't as lovely as the others that Victor traditionally used for transportation, but he needed to get to the airport quickly. They ran out of options, and this last minute driving service were the only ones to accommodate him on such short notice.
Your hands were already woven together for the entirety of the ride as you two stole glances at one another. A convenient pothole had you slipping towards him on the soft leather seats. Victor preyed on your new proximity and wrapped his arm around your waist, hugging you tight to his side. The last moments together were bittersweet. Knowing you would be separated from him for two months sent a pang of sadness through your chest.
You weren’t allowed to come for one reason or another. Victor was going to be moving around a lot, going to meetings and meetups in different cities. It would be too much for you to work from your small laptop trying to keep up with the new productions. No, it would be impossible. You were still needed at your office, but the thought of being apart from Victor for so long was hard to swallow.
Victor pressed his side hard against yours while the car flew down the highway. The airport loomed in the distance. The closer you got, the harder Victor seemed to hold you to him. He kept you as close as physically possible until you were almost in his lap. You brushed up against his tailored suit that was well fitted to his frame. It was made of a thick stiff material you always wished to peel off of him the second he came home. It seemed as if him putting on this shell he was adding a wall between him and the world. It was easy for him to accessorize this suit with his notable poker face and clunky gunmetal Rolex watch.
The click of the seat belt coming undone made you jerk your head towards the sound. Victor moved with wicked speed, like a snake striking, to snatch you from your seat. The strap zoomed off your chest and back into its holster with a whirl. He placed you on his lap, facing him while the world blurred past the tinted windows. The driver glanced back in the rear view mirror to asses the situation. Ultimately, he seemed unbothered by the sudden switch in seat assignment. He then cocked his brow as if to say he wasn’t getting paid enough for this.
You didn’t protest the sudden scenery change. His sinfully handsome face was a better view than staring at the GPS on the driver’s phone. You'd been restlessly counting down the minutes until Victor was out of reach. His soft hands smoothed through your hair, pushing stray strands off of your forehead before cupping your cheek. He inhaled, staring into your eyes, studying them as if he were trying to memorize the many nuances of your gaze. His thumb tenderly caressed the turned down corners of your lips, coaxing them to perk upward.
“No sad faces, I haven’t left yet.”
Reluctantly, you put on your best show of a cute smile, allowing your crumpled brows to uncrease. Relaxing your face felt miles better than being in a permanent state of pouting. Your shoulders and back even began to relax. Your bodies jerked with the bumps in the road as you grew closer to one another.
Tilting your face upwards, Victor angled your mouth perfectly to fit against his. His profound kiss screamed ‘I miss you,’ and ‘I love you,’ as he poured his heart into it. He started slow, pressing his lips to yours many times as you kissed him back in kind. His other hand came up, cupping the other side of your face as the kiss deepened. Your hair tangled in his fingers as he stroked your cheek. It felt like a goodbye kiss mixed with something more heated. You wished you could be alone with him, one last time before you departed, to find out what it meant. His tongue ran along the seam of your lips, asking sweetly for your cooperation.
Your hands wrapped around his neck, tangling your fingers in his inky black locks. “Maybe the time will go by fast.”
Victor trailed his kisses down your neck and scoffed. “It won’t.”
He was right. It wouldn’t. But you lived off hope and wanted him to give you a single drop of it so you wouldn’t feel so alone tonight in the colossal bed you two shared. A sigh instead of a moan fell from your lips when he sucked the sensitive skin under your ear.
Victor popped his head up, eyeing you with curiosity, and crashed his lips back into yours. You appreciated what he was doing, trying to distract you from the inevitable. Yet, somehow his intentions seemed to be turning to something more sensual the noticeably firmer his lap became. What you did to him with a few simple kisses stirred the heat in your belly.
Cars beyond the window shot past in a blur of color as the driver picked up speed. Victor was only a few minutes late for his flight. Knowing he had a pass to skip security, he should be boarding the plane right on time at this rate. But, there was still the case of the unknowns that could make him late. What if there was traffic or a massive crowd. The next plane wasn’t for a few more hours, and he would miss his connection. Thus the reason the driver was being paid extra for booking it to the terminal.
With newfound heat, Victor’s hands began to roam. He cupped your chest above your shirt, kneading your heaving breast greedily. A few buttons on your blouse popped loose while you clamored for each other. The tips of his fingers trailed to the hem of your skirt, rubbing your skin with need and wanting.
The driver angled the rear view mirror away and turned up the volume on the radio. As cars shot past at neck-breaking speeds, Victors lips began to roam as well. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin of your collarbone, kissing the dip above. His kisses were intoxicating, giving you a buzz as the adrenaline began to kick in.
Your boyfriend glanced up towards the driver assessing if he was minding his own business before making his move. Your knees were parted over his lap, and your skirt rode up your thighs. Victor took advantage, running the back of his knuckles over the thin fabric that hid your sex. It was a quiet mewl, but a moan nonetheless that spilled out of you. The volume of the radio drowned out the sensual sound for everyone except Victor. He looked up at you deviously, and those sultry gray eyes mesmerized you.
“Sir,” The driver cleared his throat. You gasped, shaking your head out of Victor’s sultry spell, and hid your bright red face in his neck. The driver's presence was narrowly forgotten in the lustful haze.
“Yes,” Victor’s deep, unbothered voice filled the car. He pulled back to look at you, smiling as if to tell you it was okay. He brushed your fallen hair back behind your ear and peered down at your unbuttoned blouse.
“We’re here. I’m just looking for a place to park.”
A sudden panic fills your chest as you realize your time with Victor is almost over. He would be gone, leaving you a flustered mess in the back of a strangers car. Looking out the car windows, you see various people lugging around a myriad of colored luggage. They all herd into the automatic front door like cattle, rushing to make their scheduled take-off on time.
The car came to a halt too quickly. The driver pulled off his seat belt and hopped out of the vehicle. The loud smack of his door shutting put you into a frenzy.
“Wait.”
“He’s coming around to open the door.” Victor tried to soothe you as you grasp for his freshly pressed suit.
“We got here too fast!”
Victor kept a soft smile on his face, the kind he would only show to you, while the man came around the vehicle. You straddled him still, waiting just a bit longer as if when you left his lap, he would disappear. In the silence, you stared up at him with freshly pinched brows and a tight grasp of his clothes. You hold tight and pull Victor close, pushing your lips against his shamelessly.
The side door opened with an audible click. The car filled with strangers murmurs from the crowd that surrounded the vehicle. The driver cleared his throat when no one moved.
You directed your apologies to the man as you started to slip off Victor’s lap. “Sorry I-” But before you could finish, you realized the world around you was eerily quiet. The sound of luggage wheels halted, as did the murmurs and footsteps. A single brown leaf hung in mid-air outside the door. You looked over at the man holding the door open and stared at his unmoving chest.
“Victor?”
You eyed him, wondering if he actually had stopped time in a moment like this. His smirk was his answer as he pulled you closer. Victor's lips seared into yours as he drank you in hungrily, desperately. Unbothered by the crowds of people in the vicinity, he began undoing the last few buttons of your blouse.
He paused before opening the shirt, seeing you frantically trying to look around. “Is this okay?” Victor gestures to your top.
“I-” Your hands release from his suit as you crane your neck to peer outside. Everyone was frozen as far as the eye could see.
“They are suspended in time. They can’t see us.” He reassures, kissing your forehead tenderly. He waits until you’ve adjusted to the not-so-public PDA.
The scene around you is like a dream. However, the reality of Victor’s touch grounded you in this moment.
“Then it’s fine.” You smile sweetly, feeling his fingertips lovingly smooth through your hair.
Tilting your chin up with is pointing finger, he angled you to look at his dark eyes. Victor slowly brought his lips to yours. The raging passion he once displayed melted into a sweet sensual all-encompassing heat. Warmth swept through your body, moving over your cheeks, down your neck, and settling in your chest.
He moved his hands to your shoulders and pushed the blouse off. The chiffon fabric fluttered down your arms and pooled by your lower back. Victor helped push the sleeves over your wrists while kissing the delicate skin of your exposed shoulder. You had to take one last look around at the statuesque crowd around the car before ultimately letting go.
The top fluttered to the floor. Of course, the glossed over gazes of the people around you couldn’t ‘see’ you. But, the voyeuristic implications still sparked excitement within your belly.
His fingertips traced the outline of your lingerie. You leaned forward onto his chest, breathing in his cologne. Victor took the liberty to unhook the garment and pull the straps down your arms. Your eyes locked with his, watching his unwavering gaze linger on your lips. Absently, he tossed the bra onto the floor.
Victor’s lips met with yours, turning up the heat with a flick of his tongue over your bottom lip. His teeth captured your pout while his hands narrowed in on your chest. The kiss became dizzying mixed with the sensation of his fingertips, teasing both peaks of your breast gingerly. You relaxed your jaw, allowing his tongue to delve past the threshold and take claim to your moans.
“Nnnghh” You gasp when he delicately pinched your pert nipples.
Dropping his hands to your thighs, Victor pushed them apart further. His thumbs ran in circles on your leg, moving closer and closer to their goal.
“Don’t you-” You exclamate when his digits brush your heat. “Don’t you have to concentrate on keeping time frozen?” You begin to pant while Victor runs his fingertips up and down your clothed slit.
“You don’t believe in me?” He feigned a pout, “I’m hurt.”
“I believe in you. It’s just…”
“Relax,” He smirked devilishly, rubbing the pad of his finger over your swollen clit. “It doesn’t take much concentration. Don’t worry.”
You breathe out steadily, letting one-word escape. “Okay.”
With that, Victor flips your body down to the seat. His long fingers quickly pop the buckle of his seat belt, allowing him to move around freely. He pushed your leg to the side and tugged at the damp cloth between your thighs. The soft, worn leather soothes the heated skin of your bareback.
You were surprised by the liberties he took to spend more time with you. He didn’t like to pause time for very long, ever. So this moment was special. You knew you would miss him terribly while he was gone. This frozen sensual moment was evidence that he too felt the same way. Since dating, you were never apart for more than a short week-long business trip. This trip would be the longest away from each other, but you held the promise that with absence, the heart grows fonder.
He slips out of the door, grounding himself on the concrete to freely tug your panties entirely off. Not so discreetly, he stuffs them in his pocket with a side eye. His length strained against his pants, already showing off his apparent desire for you.
Leaving your skirt on, he enters the car again. Sitting back in his original spot, he pulls your warm and flustered body back into his lap. Your skirt is pushed up high on your torso while Victor teases your slit to search for your slick hole.
“Make yourself cum on my fingers.” He urges with a low voice, dipping two fingers into your cunt. He sat still, waiting for you to make the first move. “Don’t be shy.” He teased, hiding a smile by biting his lower lip.
Your hands move up to his broad shoulders to brace yourself. Your faces move closer, but Victor stays just a hair’s breadth away from allowing you to fulfill your kiss. He scissors his fingers inside you while your knees scramble to find some sort of balance. The leather seat squeaks beneath you when your legs find a stabilizing spot.
With a gulp, you rise yourself over his two digits then slice back down minutely.
“That’s it. That’s a good girl.” He ebbs you on with a deep voice. He moves his free hand up, pushing your hair off your shoulder to unveil your naked breasts.
Your mind plays tricks on you suddenly when you spot someone with bright hair. They’ve been there the whole time you tell yourself. But, the sudden realization of the peoples presents around you makes you feel vulnerable. Victor, still fully clothed, looked the polar opposite in his calm and sultry stare.
Victor’s hand cups your breast, rubbing his finger over your pert nipple the faster you ride his fingers. He curls them deliciously to your sensitive patch, making you moan into the crevasse of his neck. His substantial length pressed firmly against your thigh, making your cunt flutter in anticipation for his girth.
Every time you rise, gliding over his fingers, your chest arches into his hand. Victor begins to lose himself in the rhythm of your movements. He sighs each time your cunt flexes against his scissoring fingers.
“I want you.” You blurt out.
“You have me.”
“N-no. I want your…” The raised brow on his forehead made you shudder as he waited for you to finish. “I wish this was your cock I was riding.”
He studied your face before speaking. “I told you to cum on my fingers, and you will.”
A frustrated moan tears from your throat, and you speed up your movements. “I want to cum on your cock.”
He’s torn, looking at your pinched brows and pouting lips.
“I said-”
“Go back on what you said! Just this once.” You lean in, pressing your forehead to his. “I want you to feel good too. I want to make it so you won’t stop thinking about me, even for a second, while you are away.”
“That will already be the case.” His features soften. “I can never get you off my mind.”
“Just… please?”
Victor removes his digits from your entrance thoughtfully. His dark eyes lock on yours as he brings them to his lips and sucks on them hedonistically. He hums as your essence coats his tongue. He closed his eyes as if he remembered all the times his face was buried there. You take the liberty to unhook the two buttons of his slacks. Pulling the zipper down you reveal his wine-colored boxer briefs.
His cock strained against the fabric, revealing a dark spot where his precum wept out. He sighed in relief, pushing his chest against yours. Victor placed his hand on your thing and looked downwards to assist. His proximity, his hair wisping over his ears, and the angle of his sharp jawline made him look twice as handsome.
Victor helped guide his cock to your center, stabilizing both of you as you took in deep breaths. A blackbird hung in the sky just beyond the back window, frozen amid a propelling flap. The rolling clouds paused behind the bird, covering the unforgiving sun.
You both groan in unison as your pussy accepts him readily. He whispers your name as he takes you all the way to the hilt, “Fuck, you’re so warm.”
Victor embraced you, wrapping his arms around your body to help lift you up and down over his shaft. Your walls stretch deliciously over his circumference, making the heat in your belly blossom. His fingertips dig into your skin, breathing heavier with every bounce you made. Victor’s lips trail along the column of your neck, nipping and biting at the sensitive skin to elicit more pleasure from you.
The silent world was soon filled with your moans and Victors low grunts. Your essence began to slick down your thighs while the coil inside your core tightened. His stone cold demeanor was entirely gone as the softened face of a man experiencing pure bliss replaced it.
Victor pressed his lips to your shoulder and breathed open mouth with each thrust. “I’m close.” He stated, squeezing his eyes shut.
It was a race to try to catch up with him, but it was soon evident he was going to win this one. He panted, then held you down in his lap so his cock would remain buried deep inside you.
“I’m sorry-” He nuzzled his face into your neck.
“Don’t be. I want you to cum.” You dug your nails into his hair. “Cum for me.”
He rocked his hips upward against your trembling thighs one last time. Your walls clamped down on him hard, and you could feel his cock begin to throb. He held you close to his chest with his strong arms, gasping while he spilled heat into your sensitive pussy.
His arms wrapped around your body as Victor lost himself to the sensation. His muscles rippled with pleasure. The tick of his watch was faint, but it made you jerk your head up from him. Everyone moved in sync with one-half step before the world froze again. The bird that was outside the window was in the same suspended space with its wings position minutely changed.
Victor rocked again, spilling the last drops of himself inside of you. With a long sigh, he relaxed back against the seat screwing his eyes shut. You rested your head below his chin and listened to his heart beat out of his chest. His eyes remained closed as he breathed heavily in the afterglow.
Victor took a few deep breaths and began to move you incrementally off his lap. He hissed as he pulled his spent cock, slick with your mixed arousal, out of you. He laid you back on the seat next to him and changed his position to be on his knees.
His warm breath tickled the slickness over your thighs while he hoisted your legs up over his shoulders. The angle of your torso was slightly awkward in the small car. But all thoughts of the seat belt digging into your arm evaporated when his tongue tasted your swollen pink clit.
Your hands delved into his hair and roughly held him in place between your thighs. Hot liquid dripped down your slit, and Victor didn’t hesitate to clean it off of you with his exploring tongue. You groan at the display but don’t dare to mention it. He gazed up at you while his teeth and lips run along your labia. His tongue zig-zagged up your wet folds until he met your clit over and over.
Your pussy throbbed with desire, the faster he pleasured you. His cum leaked out in another drop and Victor cleaned it off before it can drip to the seat below. Your puffy lips muffle his moans as he tastes himself on you. He rested his elbows on the leather and held your thighs apart while he devoured you. You couldn’t help but to buck towards his mouth. He never let up, moving his mouth this way and that to taste every inch of your core.
The sensations he was giving you made your brain go haywire, and your thoughts simplify to one thing. “More.” You moan, holding onto the seat with one hand and the back of the front seat with the other. “More, more…”
His lips tease the hood of your clit, tugging at the thin, delicate skin teasingly. His warm breath wafted over your sex as he moved around, making your cunt ache for him. You felt a trail of his essence weep down your ass before ultimately staining the backseat. Victor moved quickly, grazing his lips over your sex to lap up the rest of his seed from your stretched hole. His tongue trailed lower, circling the rim of your back entrance to clean the remainder of his liquid desires off of you.
Your body short circuits as your eyes roll back and hips jerk in short movements while he unabashedly devours you. His tongue soon enters you pussy, delving swiftly inside of you, making a searing heat ignite from deep in your belly.
“More!” You beg from him, arching your torso and digging your heels into his back. More tiny bites on your puffy lips, more teasing of his tongue on your clit, more licking the cum that drips from your pussy. “More, more, more.”
Victor takes his hand away from your thigh, leaving behind warmth in its wake. His two fingers sneak into your entrance, and your body clenches around them eagerly.
“Fuck.” You grit your teeth as his fingers circle the rough patch just inside. “Yes! Yes, more of that. Oh god-” You voice was lustful as you moan affirmations to him.
His tongue takes up residence on your clit, licking in an X pattern. The sensations were too great. The pleasure, too much. You can hardly handle the attention to your most sensitive spots a second longer. Your coil snaps like a rubber band, shooing heat throughout your entire body all at once.
You don’t hear yourself scream into the silence of suspended time while the orgasms wracked your muscles. Your pussy pulsed hard against his invasive digits and your clit throbbed on his large tongue. Your eyes were squeezed shut, and your mouth hung open, while Victor moaned against your sex. The extra vibration from his voice added an extra layer to the pleasure that radiated throughout.
It felt like an eternity before your body began to calm down. The orgasm was so intense your muscles urged you to relax against the stained seat below. Victor let your legs drop from his shoulders while he crawled over the top of you. His silky tie teased the area between your breast as he hovered over your frame. He cupped your cheek, then guided your lips up to his in a heated kiss.
You tasted the sticky saltiness on his lips before his tongue shared more of the taste with you. Victor explored your mouth, keeping his knee against your core.
“I told you,” His lips ghosted over yours, breath tickling your skin. “That you would cum on my fingers.”
He wore a shit-eating grin as he backed away.
With no strength to talk back, you shook your head at him, unable to hold back a slight smile. He reached out his hand and helped pull you up to a sitting position. Your head swam at the new upright angle, and your skin tingled in the aftermath of pure felicity. He slid out of the vehicle and stood by the frozen man holding the car door open. Buttoning his pants, he tucked his shirt back in and smoothed his hair down with his fingers.
You moved slowly, picking up your top and bra that were left on the foot board. Victor helped you out of the car with a gracious hand. You stood on wobbly legs on the solid ground and blinked up at the bright afternoon sky.
“I can help with that.” He gestured to your garments.
“Oh, Thanks!” You pulled your hair out of the way as he fixed the clothes back on you.
Looking around, you spot a plane mid-take-off suspended in the air. Victor clasps the bra into place and taps your shoulder to help slide the blouse up your arm.
“I saw you lose control for a moment.” You turn around to face him, allowing him to button up the shirt.
“It wasn’t even a full second.”
“What will they think if they saw us out of step for one second?” You inquire, looking at the driver that had been peering into the car the whole time.
“Well, we will get back into the position we were in before I stopped time and their brain will correct itself. Making them think they were seeing things” He finished with the last button of your blouse then moved to fix your skirt.
“Thanks, babe.” You help him, twisting the skirt so its back where it originally was.
He runs his fingers through your hair and takes a step closer to you. Bringing his forehead down, his nose touched the tip of yours.
“I’m going to miss you.” He breathed, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.
“I love you.” Your hands move up to cup his flushed cheeks. “And I will miss you terribly.”
The world was completely silent other than the sound of your racing hearts. They were beginning to calm down, but they still beat in sync as he held you protectively.
Victor nodded after a long moment, looking around at the other people heading towards the entrance to the airport. He kissed you once more then stepped back and fixed his tie.
“It’s time to say goodbye.” His face fell regretfully.
“Yeah… You’re right. We can’t stay in this paused moment forever. Plus, the sooner you leave, the faster you can come back home to me.”
He let a small smile touch his lips before tugging you back into the vehicle. He sat down and pulled you into his lap. You fixed your skirt to cover your backside, and he buckled back in.
“Is that everything?” He asks, looking around the small car.
“Wait!” You exclaimed before pressing your lips into his quickly.
The kiss deepened, but the sound of someone clearing their throat ripped you out of the moment. The murmurs of people around you filled the space, feeling louder than natural. The sound of bird wings quickly flapped by the window, and an immense amount of rolling wheels roared to life.
“You’re running late, sir.” The driver informed in an annoyed tone.
Victor looked away from you, facing the man. Just like that his poker-face mask was placed back on, and features became unreadable.
“I can exit the car myself. Get my bags for me.” He ordered the driver.
The driver dragged his feet on the ground towards the trunk of the car with a roll of his eyes.
“I will call you as often as I can. Text me when you think of me, and I will respond when I have a chance.” He spoke in a low voice, helping you step out of the car off his lap.
“Got it.” You nod assuredly at him.
With his luggage brought to him, Victor hugged you close and kissed your cheek.
“I love you.” He whispered close to your ear.
“I love you too. Have a safe flight.”
“You know that’s out of my control.” He shakes his head like that was the silliest thing you’ve ever said. He expands the handle on his luggage and faces you.
“Whatever, have an annoying flight with lots of crying babies and shoeless people.”
“They don’t allow children in the cabin I will be flying in.”
“Oh, geez. Goodbye!” You wave, exhausted by his quips.
He covered his mouth with his hand to shield a wry smile. “Talk to you soon.”
With that, he was gone, turning and disappearing into the swarming crowd.
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Wreck: Chapter 5
You were practically bouncing in your seat with excitement as Nero pushed your wheelchair down the hospital corridors towards the front entrance. Your arm rested in its sling, and your leg was propped up in front of you in your chair, making Nero have to navigate the halls more carefully as to not bump you into anything and risk further damage. On your lap rested the stuffed ‘get well soon’ bear that Patty had gotten for you during your stay.
You looked around happily smiling at the nurses that you passed by, one of them jokingly telling you, “I mean this in the best possible way, but I hope I never see you again.”
Your time spent in the hospital was long and grueling and painful, but your friends and the nurses helped you through it. You were thankful to have so many supportive people around you helping you through your trauma. They had made many visits throughout your time, short but sweet. They all led busy lives and couldn’t spend much time with you but that they took the time when they could to show up just to say hi and check on you was enough. And even then, you still had Nero who had all but physically attached himself to you.
You soon reached the front of the hospital, you looked at the big glass doors and windows, so close to freedom. Well, as free as you could be in a wheelchair for the next six weeks. Nero had parked you near the doors, telling you he was going to check with the front desk to make sure everything was good to go. You nodded at him and watched him walk away. You were eager to go home, your duration in the hospital has been extended because of your collapsed lung. The doctor reasoned that since your ribs were still broken it would be safer to let your lung fully heal before leaving the hospital.
You took in a deep breath, the soreness in your chest not nearly as bad as it had been thanks to the fresh pain meds you had taken earlier. You squeezed the bears arm to resist the little bit of pain that you felt.
You closed your eyes, and let your thoughts wander away from your pain. You focused on home. You own bed -probably messy and unmade-, the worn out couch in the living room in front of the TV where you shared many movie nights with Nico and Nero, the subtle smell of tobacco wafting from the garage whenever Nico forgot to close the door, even the leaky faucet in the kitchen sounded inviting now.
You felt a gentle hand rest on your shoulder, jogging you out of your thoughts. You looked up and saw Nero smiling down at you, no doubt as happy as you were to be out of this place, no mater how nice the staff were. He gave your shoulder a light squeeze and moved his hand to lightly caress your back before returning to his previous spot behind you to continue pushing.
“Everything good?” you asked, craning your neck to look at him.
“Everything’s great,” he responded, his voice laced with a genuine contentment, “We’re just missing one thing.”
“And what’s that?” you asked inquisitively.
“Our ride home.”
On cue you heard the rumble of a massive vehicle pull up to the front drive of the building. You turned your head away from Nero and through the sliding automatic doors you saw the all too familiar tan van pull to a stop.
The van was immaculate, as good as new, no visible damage to speak of. The passenger side was facing you and you saw the door was perfectly intact. No gashes through the frame, no broken window, no remnants of what had happened.
When the van had stopped you and Nero watched as Nico climbed out and made her way around the front and through the hospital doors. You felt a smile pull at your lips. It felt like forever since you last seen her. You had spoken to her on the phone, but this was the first time you had actually seen her since the accident. And you were so thankful to see it was the exact same Nico you knew. She was sporting her normal attire, ink on full display, red framed glasses resting on her freckled nose and her big hair puffed up as per usual. You were glad to see her put together after the description Nero had given you.
She walked up to you both, that big toothy smile she wore shining through, the bullet belts on her boots jingled as she approached you.
As if she forgot Nero even existed, she stopped in front of you, bent down, and wrapped her arms around you. As tightly as she could muster without causing you harm. You wrapped your free arm around her back held her close, noting the scent of her shampoo melding with her usual sent of oil, cigarettes, and iron. The hug lasted for quite a while until she eventually pulled away, smiling down at you.
“It’s good to see you, darlin,” she said, “How you feeling?”
“It’s so good to see you too Nico. And I’m feeling as good as I can,” you replied.
“That’s good.”
Nico finally greeted Nero, throwing a few insults and expletives his way. Nero just shrugged them off happy that at least Nico was a little bit back to normal.
“Well what are we waiting for?” you asked looking between Nico and Nero, “Let’s go home.”
“Yeah,” Nero responded, “Let’s go home.”
After a few more goodbyes to the hospital staff, you three made your way towards the door. Nero continued pushing your chair as Nico kept pace beside you.
The closer you got to the van, despite your eagerness to go home, you felt a sense of dread pool into your stomach. As Nero pushed your chair towards the vehicle you noticed your uninjured leg twitch and bounce anxiously. Nico kept your attention by talking to you, but you couldn’t shake the feeling of uncertainty and anxiety that crept up your nerves.
Nero parked your chair beside the side door of the van and opened it as Nico walked around back to the driver’s side door. The same sense of dread was getting stronger and stronger, but you kept the excited smile on your face s not to worry them.
Then Nero asked, “You ready?”
You looked to him and nodded, your grip on the bear in your lap turning into a vice.
Nero stepped to you, wrapping his arm around your back underneath you free arm, his other arm snaked underneath your leg as he effortlessly lifted you from your chair. Your left hand gripped his shoulder as he cradled you, sidestepping through the narrow threshold of the van door.
You felt your breath hitch as you looked around the inside of the van, all the loose knickknacks thrown about the carpeted floor, the worn leather couch and the small dining table nearby. It should have invoked a familiar homey feel, but you just couldn’t shake the dread in your gut. You noticed the van was surprisingly clean, even Nico’s familiar sent of tobacco was shockingly subtle compared to when you had last set foot in the van. Her workstation was uncharacteristically organized, and the jukebox seemed to actually be functioning.
Nero gently walked over to the leather couch and gingerly placed you on it, propping your leg up and leaning you against the arm, like he had been in your hospital room. He grabbed a random pillow from the other side and placed it behind you back.
“You okay?” he asked as he adjusted the pillow, fluffing it a bit before you relaxed against it.
“Yeah,” you said, less confidently than you intended.
“Okay. I’ll make sure it’s a smooth ride. If you need anything, I’m right over there.”
He subtly gestured to the driver and passenger seats. You nodded trying to swallow the lump in your throat. He walked away and your eyes lingered on him for a moment longer as he spoke quietly to Nico before she started up the engine.
As the van shook to life you felt your whole-body tense, your muscles tightened, and your breath caught in your throat. Your nails dug into the couch and your bear and you tried to breathe again. You inhaled and exhaled yet you still felt like your lungs were empty, slowly collapsing and suffocating you. You couldn’t stop your body from constricting around your middle, your muscles tensing and cramping as you strained in your seat. You tried your best to calm down, not wanting to worry Nero or Nico. You stole a glance over your shoulder towards the two of them, to see if they noticed you. You must have been extremely subtle, because neither turned. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes and your teeth were tightly clenched, nearly to the point they felt like they would break.
Every pothole Nico wasn’t able to evade shook the entire van, the sound of the vehicle jostling covering up your panicked gasps. You wanted to get off, you didn’t care where, you would hobble the rest of the way home. You just wanted off this ride.
You didn’t even realize the van had come to a complete stop. Your heart still fluttered rapidly in your chest and your lungs still struggled to breath. But you soon felt the stillness of the van, and a pair of strong arms wrapping around you.
“Hey, hey, hey,” a soft voice cut through your panic, “It’s okay, we stopped. We’re home.”
You blinked through your tears, still desperately trying to catch your breath.
“Breathe slowly,” Nero said, “In and out, in and out. Nice and slow. You’re safe.”
You managed to get your breathing under control. You followed Nero’s instructions and you could feel his arms tighten around you as your chest filled with air. You were still scared. Your mind still wracked with sounds of scraping metal and screeching tires. It was deafening in your head.
“I’m sorry,” he said, “I should have been with you back here, I wasn’t thinking.”
“I-it’s okay,” you stuttered as you continued your slow breaths.
“Let’s get you out of here,” Nero said as his arms moved from around you to under you. He effortlessly lifted you from the tattered leather couch and gently maneuvered you out of the van. The sunlight immediately warmed your skin, and you had never been so grateful to breathe in city air.
“We’ll get you situated and then we’ll go from there,” he said as he followed Nico to your front door.
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Road Trip : Cake
Summary: a road trip and shitty motel lead to fun times with Cake boys
Warnings: it’s like... just smut.
Word Count: 3.5k
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It probably wasn’t the best plan in the whole world, something you’d all realized about two hours in when the air conditioner had sputtered out.
“Whose dumb fuck plan was this anyways?” Michael had groaned, taking a large gulp of water and fanning himself with a hand from the front seat.
Everyone’s eyes looked to Ashton who kept his gaze on the road, pretending not to notice four angry sets of eyes directed to him.
When he’d seen the old camper van on sale, he had immediately had a grand idea about driving across the states and seeing everything they didn’t get to see while on tour.
To be fair, the rest of you had agreed to this so everyone was slightly to blame.
The windows were down and the air rushing through the car as Ashton drove down some back-highway was actually fairly pleasant.
It was a welcome distraction from the fact that you were on a three-seater bench shoved between your giant boyfriend and his comparably large best friend.
Luke had broad shoulders and long legs that were practically digging into the back of Ashton’s chair, but Calum was stronger, his muscular left arm pressed against yours and with every harsh movement of the car hitting a pothole, his shoulder rammed into yours or got pulled away, bringing attention to the sticky, sweaty feeling left on your skin from where you had once been practically attached to each other.
Your boyfriends’ arm was slung over your shoulders and his hand bumped Calum every now and again, but Calum ignored it.
He would rather have been in the front, but Michael had called shot gun the moment Ashton had pulled up to the curb and that had been that.
You were all sweating and you thanked god for the rolled down windows. As Luke’s girlfriend, you’d been around the boys after a show and you knew just how rank a room could get when filled with the four massive aussie boys.
Ashton and Michael had taken their shirts off ages ago but you, Luke and Calum remained in the back fully clothed.
Luke was completely unaware to the tension, feeling breezy in his muscle shirt that allowed lots of room for the air coming through the open window to caress his skin.
It’s not like you could take your top off so that was definitively out of the question.
Calum had made the poor choice in the morning to wear a black t-shirt. Pulled tight across his shoulders, the fabric felt like it was suffocating the poor man. Sitting next to his best friend’s girlfriend, it’s not like he could take off his shirt either.
You had seen him shirtless on numerous occasions, but to be pressed against his bare side… well, that would be a different story, one Calum was not ready to explore.
Calum was getting increasingly distressed. He looked longingly out at the land that whipped by, wishing he could just get out of the car for a little bit. Just a little, to collecting himself and get a breather. It didn’t help that you and Luke were the cutest couple on the god damned planet, constantly doing adorable shit like giggle and hug and make inside jokes that Calum was forced to witness up close and personal.
When Luke caught sight of a sign that signified there was a pull off soon for parking near a river that must be a short distance off the highway, Calum couldn’t help himself, “we should go swimming in the river.” He suggested.
“Now that’s a fucking plan.” Michael agreed.
A short while later they’d pulled off the highway, driven a short way down a road and parked next to a small slope with a river at the bottom of it. The sight of the water had everyone practically drooling as you all jumped from the car, rushing down the slope to the promise of the refreshing river.
You all reached the bank of the river and you tore off your shirt, wriggling out of your shorts. It felt like the most natural thing in the world, your bra and panties covered just as much as a bikini would, and you thought nothing of it.
Everyone else had stopped and stared, not expecting you to just tear off your clothes in that way.
But the spell was broken when you waded into the river, letting out a sigh of relief at the cold water engulfing you, “are you guys just going to stand there or are you coming in?” you teased. This kicked everyone else into action as they rid themselves of any necessary clothing before joining you in the river.
“Fuck, it feels so good!” Michael screamed, making sounds that were way to sexual for the situation as everyone laughed at him.
Ashton splashed the flailing boy and Michael retaliated quickly, soon the both of them were entranced in a water war. Luke came over to where you were swimming, the tall bean was still able to stand on the bottom while if you had tried to stand you would have sunk and been below the water.
“Cute bra.” Luke mused, pulling you to be straddling him in the water as his hands traced over your body.
“Oh, this old thing?” you teased, knowing this was a bra he had bought for you while on tour and that it had been very expensive, “I’m not sure if I like it actually.”
Luke rolled his eyes at you, pressing a kiss to your lips as a wet hand came out of the water to cup your face. The coolness on his skin was startling at first but after a moment you groaned at the feeling, pressing your cheek against his cold palm to get more relief from the hot air.
Calum’s eyes watched you and Luke, too focused to realize Ashton had come up behind him until hands were shoving him under water.
Calum surfaced, sputtering and grabbing Ashton, determined to get revenge. Ashton laughed and darted out of Calum’s reach as Calum shook his head, sending droplets from his dark curls flying in every direction.
Your giggle ran through the air as some of the water hit you and Luke, both of you turning your attention to Calum who did not look very happy.
The five of you enjoyed the water for a little while, drying off in the sun before heading on your way.
None of the boys had put their shirts back on and squished between Cal and Luke, you were very aware that you were the only one still confined by fabric.
Letting out a loud sigh you stated: “I’m taking my shirt off.”
The car swerved a little and Ashton’s eyes met yours through the rereview mirror, “what?”
“All of you have your shirts off and my shirt is so hot.” You whined.
“Do it. Equality!” Michael urged you on, always ready for things to get a little more sexual than they needed to be, especially with you.
You began to struggle with your shirt, but you were just too boxed in by the two giants who you were sitting between. Luke was already shoved against his door, giving you as much space as he could, so you turned to Calum, “move over.” You said, shoving at his arm slightly.
Calum sighed, turning his body so his back was more against the window, just like Luke’s. As you pulled off your shirt, Calum’s eyes met Luke’s who flashed him a grin.
It was no great secret that they all thought you were hot as fuck.
Once upon a time, Ashton had been the first one who actually made a move for you, only to have Luke sweep the rug out from under him.
Luke was confident though and there had never been any awkwardness afterwards, at least, not any awkwardness that anyone had noticed.
Calum had always felt odd about it, not that he’d ever bring it up with anyone, but part of him always wondered what could have been if he’d been just a little less closed off, just a little more open, just a little quicker.
Once your shirt was off, Luke and Calum resumed their positions next to you and Calum turned most of his body towards the door, eyes staying fixed on the outside for the remainder of the trip.
The sun was setting as you pulled up to a hotel, its neon blue sign reading ‘vacancy’ as you all clambered out of the car.
Ashton went inside to get rooms while the rest of you all leaned against the car. Calum took stuff out of the back, trying to remain focused on his work and not on Luke who had you pressed against the metal car frame, hands exploring your bare waist as his face nuzzled against your neck.
Ashton came back out and it was obvious to everyone that something was wrong, especially when everyone’s gaze landed on the two room keys he was brandishing.
“So… they only have two rooms left and they both have two beds each.” He stated.
“No.” Michael stated, “fuck, please, god, no!”
Someone would have to share a room with you and Luke. The connotation behind it was obvious.
Not that anyone else knew, but you were acutely aware of just how riled up Luke was.
When he’d pulled you in to straddle him in the water, you’d felt the very obvious bulge in his briefs. In the car ride he’d been overly affectionate, unable to keep his hands off of you. And as soon as you’d left the car, he’d all but begun to tear your clothes off then and there, the promise of a private room so close to being attainable had been the only thing keeping him slightly controlled.
And now that promise was gone.
The three remaining boys stared at each other for a second and then Michael practically jumped onto Ashton, “dibs.” He stated.
Ashton at least tried to be more diplomatic about it, “I mean, I wouldn’t mind sharing a bed with one of you-” he began but Calum sighed.
“You two can share a room I’ll go with Luke and Y/N.” He knew what he’d just volunteered himself for.
He knew what would happen if he shared the two-bed room with you and Luke.
You all did.
But Luke didn’t even question it, grabbing the keys from Ashton who looked like he was about to try to convince Cal to reconsider.
Michael was more than happy to let the whole thing happen, grinning at Calum, “have fun not getting any sleep.” Michael said as soon as you and Luke were out of earshot.
“Your room’s next to ours isn’t it?” Calum asked, knowing the answer was yes.
Michael groaned, throwing his head back and trudging after everyone with his bag slung lazily over his shoulder.
By the time Calum even entered the hotel room, you and Luke had disappeared to the bathroom. Calum sighed, closing the door behind him. The sound of running water drowned out whatever noises he may have otherwise heard, and he didn’t mind as much as he thought he would, grateful that at least you and Luke had the decency to go to the bathroom instead of just fucking right there on the bed.
Calum sat down on the bed, pulling out his phone. Time went by, must have been a solid half an hour by the time the running water stopped. Calum hadn’t even noticed, he was too busy reading his twitter feed, honestly not the slightest bit bothered by what he knew was taking place just a few feet away.
He only looked up when the bathroom door opened.
Steam followed Luke as he exited the bathroom, a towel around his waist. He grinned at Calum and Calum offered a small congratulatory smile back, the type any dude-bro would offer a friend who’d just gotten laid in the shower.
Calum was about to look down when you exited the bathroom after Luke. You had a towel wrapped around your body and your neck was covered in marks that had not been there thirty minutes earlier.
You looked at the floor as you followed Luke to where he’d dropped your bags earlier on the bed. Calum wanted to tear his eyes away, he did, but he just couldn’t quite bring himself to.
Luke picked a lacy black bra out of the bag and dangled in the air, “this one?” he asked.
You felt heat rush through your body as you grabbed the lingerie from him, shoving it back into the bag before you snuck a look up at Calum but by the way the beautiful Maori boy’s golden skin was flushed, you could tell he’d seen the beautiful fabric.
Calum had stopped breathing.
He physically could not breath.
His heart was thundering in his chest and he just gaped at you.
Luke looked up at Calum, “have something to say Cal?” he teased.
You looked up at Luke in shock before you realized what he was getting at. It had been a few weeks ago, you and Luke had been drunk at a party. Calum had taken care of you most of the night and when Luke got you home, he had asked you what you thought about Calum.
In a drunken state you had admitted you thought he was cute, assuring Luke you loved him. He had been satisfied with your answer, prompting you about threesomes.
Once more, the liquor had betrayed you, urging you to confide in your boyfriend that if an opportunity was to arise between you and his bass player, you wouldn’t say no.
You had not thought much of the whole interaction until that moment, but it looked like the opportunity had arisen.
Cal swallowed and his Adams apple bobbed in his throat as he thought about what to say.
Luke knew his friends all thought you were hot.
And he kind of got off on it. He adored that you were his. He adored the jealousy in his friends’ eyes whenever he had you in his arms. Luke kind of just enjoyed rubbing it in their faces, he wasn’t sure why. But this was the ultimate power trip.
Seeing Calum look so uncomfortable, so needy, because of his girlfriend… Luke found his grin widening, “spit it out Cal.” He urged, waiting a few moments before he prompted, “tell her how good she looks. She loves that.”
Calum’s eyes darted between you and Luke, you could practically see the wheels turning in that beautiful head of his as he tried to assess the situation.
“You,” he cleared his throat, “you uh, you look good.” He said, looking more at Luke than you.
“Baby,” Luke said, fingers going to your chin to force you to look up at him, “Cal seems a little tense, don’t you think?”
You nodded obediently.
“How about you go get him to relax?” Luke suggested.
You nodded again and Luke released your chin, watching you walk over to Cal who was gaping at you like a fish out of water.
You made sure the towel was snug around you as you moved your leg over Calum’s lap straddling him but still hovering slightly above as he sat on the edge of the bed, your hands went to his shoulders and he looked up at you while you dug your fingers into the hard muscle.
Luke always enjoyed your massages and Calum let out a small groan, showing you he liked your technique as well.
“You can touch her.” Luke said from behind you.
Up until that point, Calum’s hands had been decidedly pressed against the bed but as soon as Luke gave him permission, his large, ring clad fingers went to your hips.
You were both acutely aware of the fact that nothing but a flimsy, white, hotel towel was hiding your body from him. You could feel your heart thundering in your rib cage.
Paying attention to your work you made an effort to press down harder into Calum’s muscles, watching the way his eyes closed to enjoy the massage.
“Do you want to kiss him princess?” Luke asked.
Calum’s eyes snapped open and met yours as you nodded, “yes.”
Once again, the new permission spurred Calum into action as he moved up a little, capturing your bottom lips between yours as he nipped at you, testing the waters. As soon as he tried to pull away, you moved down, refusing to let him tease then run.
Your tongue swiped against his plump lips and you ground down against him, groaning as your core finally touched his jeans. A low growling sound left his own throat at the motion, his fingers digging into your hips still covered by the towel.
You were so enthralled you didn’t even notice Luke come behind you until a hand on your shoulder pushed you forward, causing you and Cal to fall onto the bed.
Calum’s lips left yours in surprise and you moved your mouth to his beautiful neck, sucking at the sensitive skin as he rutted up against you, letting out a groan.
“Gonna be a good girl and take his pants off Princess?” Luke asked.
You shoved your hands between you and Cal’s bodies, popping open the button of his jeans with ease before you grabbed his zipper and tore that down too.
“Show Cal how good you are with your mouth baby.” Luke said.
He’d often ranted about how legendary your blowjobs were. He knew all his friends were curious and now he was giving Cal a chance to see first-hand.
You got off of Cal who was still half off the bed, grabbing his pants and pulling them off completely, he sat up as you got on the floor between his legs.
Luke was seated on the bed behind you, legs wide and on either side of you as you knelt on the floor. You grabbed Calum’s dick and wasted no time wrapping your mouth around it, hand at the base as you began to bob up and down.
You always went all out with your blow jobs and it showed. The way your cheeks were hollowing out around Calum had him moaning in seconds.
Luke watched with a grin, one hand tangling in your hair to assist your motions, wanting control over exactly how you pleasured his best friend.
“Fuck!” Calum groaned loudly.
“You’re not allowed to cum in her.” Luke stated.
Calum opened his eyes to look at his friend, about to ask what the fuck that was supposed to mean when Luke tossed him a condom. “you’re going to want to be inside. Trust me.” Luke stated.
Calum was close already and he was not happy about that.
Your mouth was magic, and he didn’t want it to be over so soon.
“Fuck.” Calum groaned, “can… can I-”
“If you want to eat her then just do it Cal.” Luke said lazily.
Again, Cal took all the control that Luke gave him, hand tangling in your hair as he pulled you away, “get on the bed.” He said, voice low and demanding.
You scampered to your feet, getting on your back on the bed. You left enough room on the bed for Calum as he got between your legs, moving your thighs over his shoulders.
Repaying you with the same enthusiasm you had given him, Calum’s mouth devoured you. No teasing, no pussy footing around the clit, he full on dragged his teeth against it, making you moan loudly as you immediately put your fingers in his hair.
One of his large hands tore the towel off your body and then roughly grabbed at one of your boobs, tweaking the nipple as he lapped and sucked at your entrance.
“Feel how tight she is.” Luke said, it sounded like a suggestion but you both knew it was more of a command as Calum removed his hand from your breast, bringing it down between your legs. His lips wrapped around your clit as he slowly pushed a finger inside of you.
You clenched around him, both of you groaning at the feeling. He pumped it in a few times before adding a second finger, this one had a ring on it, and you could feel its ridges as he slid them in and out slowly.
“Faster.” Luke instructed, pulling his shirt off.
Calum conceded, digits picking up their pace as you writhed on the bed, the only thing keeping you grounded was his hand on your hip.
“Luke!” you called.
For a moment Calum was upset that it wasn’t his name on your lips but after a moment he figured that of course Luke would be the one you were asking for permission from.
“Are you going to cum for Calum ,pretty girl?” Luke asked.
“Yes please.”
“Ask Cal nicely.” Luke instructed.
Your eyes went to Calum, “please Cal, please it’s so good, fuck, please let me cum.” You begged.
Calum felt the blood pumping through his body at how sexy you sounded, he wanted to be buried inside you, feel your walls fluttering around him as you came undone, but he supposed there’d be time for that later.
He pulled himself away from you just long enough to say, “cum baby” before wrapping his lips around your clit again. You came almost immediately, hips buckling as the orgasm tore through your body, whiney breathy sounds leaving your lips as Calum helped you through your high.
When you had finally stopped shaking, Calum pulled away, sucking his fingers in his mouth. He rolled on the condom and Luke did the same, both of them staring at you lying on the bed in a post orgasm bliss, hands hiding your face as little shocks ran through your body.
“Going to ride Cal and show him how good you are?” Luke asked.
You moved over, making room for Calum while getting on your knees, waiting for him to get onto the bed. Calum didn’t even look at Luke as he moved into position, helping you (with your shaky legs) get on top of him.
Your hand wrapped around his dick to line him up with yourself before you slowly sank down. Still tight and sensitive from your first orgasm.
Calum groaned loudly at the feeling, enjoying how beautiful you were on top of him. You bounced up and down a few times before bending over to press a kiss to his lips.
His fingers tangled in your hair, keeping you securely against him as your hips found a steady pace.
Luke got behind you on the bed and you knew he must have grabbed the lube he’d brought because he already felt slick behind you. You’d wondered why he’d packed it and now you knew.
You stilled your motions on Calum and his fingers dug into your hips as Luke pushed into you slowly. The new pressure made you clench around Calum and just like that, all three of you were groaning in unison.
Luke took a few test thrusts and Calum did as well, between the two of them they created a pace of both of them moving in at the same time. Having them both filling you was mind numbing and within seconds you could feel your stomach tightening again.
“Fuck.” Luke moaned from behind you, “choke her.”
Calum wasted no time wrapping his hand around your throat, pulling his lips from yours so he could watch you come undone up close and personal this time.
A loud smack echoed through the small hotel room and Calum looked behind you at Luke who was focused on massaging the stinging skin he’d just hit with the palm of his hand. Another spank made you clench around them and again you all moaned together.
Luke’s thrusts got faster, and Calum matched him, both of them getting closer by the second. Another smack on your ass made you cum around them and that drove them both over the edge, hips spasming, moans filling the room, fingers grasping at whatever they could reach.
When you’d both all come down from your highs, Luke was the first to go discard his condom. You stayed on top of Cal until your boyfriend had returned, collapsing onto the bed, he left some space between himself and Calum and you slid off the Maori boy, slotting yourself perfectly between the two large men.
“Holy fuck.” Calum groaned, getting up to deal with his own condom. As he came back, he looked at the bed that would be his and before he could even think about sleeping separately you patted the spot next to you.
Without a second thought he laid down next to you, tucking himself in as the big spoon while you curled against Luke’s chest.
Sleep came easy that night.
In the morning you woke up next to the two naked boys, a banging at the door drawing all of you from peaceful slumber.
With groans and a few curse words, you all got dressed and grabbed your stuff, throwing the door open to see Michael standing there.
He was so ready to rub the whole thing in Calum’s face, talk about how Calum had to just lay there through the raunchy sex that had kept both Michael and Ashton up all night.
And then he saw a mark on Calum’s neck and all the laughter died in Michael’s throat.
“No fucking way.” He breathed.
Calum moved past him, throwing his bag in the back of the car while Michael stood there in shock.
Luke’s arm was over your shoulders as the two of you walked past Michael, a huge grin on Luke’s face.
As you and your two giant boys all piled into the back of the car, Michael and Ashton stood there flabbergasted, enthralled by the notion that perhaps, if one of them had offered to share the room with you and Luke, they would have been the one that fucked you.
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𝐚 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐲.
THIS FLUFFY FIC WAS SAVED BY @writingsbychlo. i cried and yelled when i saw that i had accidentally deleted the whole thing and saved. go love on her. send her the most love. other than that! fucking! blessing! this is a calmer, genial and probable fluff fic i had written with my cat in my lap. take a temporary ease from the day, like the massive relief i got, and enjoy. pleasepleaseplease send lots of love to chloe. she made my literal day.
⠀⠀⠀ A routinal, inconsistent phone ringer awakes you, but not from your alarm. Groggily half-opening your eyes, you discover that, oh-so expected thirty minutes from your morning alarm, it is simply Stiles. You would’ve been thrown off if he hadn’t, seeing as no matter what time you set your morning alarm he found a way to be the sound you woke up to. They read as distracted as the equally spastic sender, nonetheless doing its job of bringing a soft smile to your face to peak through the exhaustion.
(y/n) wake your cute ass up.
I’ll be over in 10 minutes. I’m lonely.
Scratch that, babe, make it 5. Stilinskis don’t get speeding tickets. I miss you. It’s been 7 hours since I last saw you. That is a ridiculous amount of time.
I got pulled over hold up shit fuck
I’m going to die it’s Parrish
⠀⠀⠀ Grabbing your phone from its charger, your feet padded downstairs, the cool wood feeling nice against your toes. You turned on the kitchen lights, not worried for your work-absent parents, and dug into the fridge freezer for some waffles. You poured some sugar-free syrup into a measuring cup, just to be able to microwave it without burning your fingertips, and popped some creaks from your back. The silence became broken when an abrupt sound came from the living room, and a smile grew on your lips the moment your brain translated who was here.
⠀⠀⠀“What the fu-. . . I am removing this thing as soon as I get through. This is a ghastly, evil contraption meant to keep us apart. I hate it.” The sight of the chainlink lock keeping Stiles from bursting into your house made you laugh. “Yeah, very funny locking Stiles out. You’re so funny this morning.” You smirked, slowly shutting the door, ignoring the glare you received. Just for the pure hilarity to intensify his annoyance, you took your time unhooking the chain, holding in laughter from him banging on the window next to your door.
⠀⠀⠀ Once unhooked, Stiles dashed to the door, turning the knob and taking only two steps inside before taking your cheeks in his hands and bringing your lips to his. The kiss was long and sweet, a typical good-morning kiss from him, ending the kiss with a short peck. “Morning, Stiles.” He rolled his eyes and kissed you again, spinning you two a 180 before moving backwards until his lips snapped from yours, then shuffling into the kitchen to see what you were making. You crinkled your nose once the smell settled in afterwards. “Jesus, you smell like a crackhead.”
⠀⠀⠀ Unfazed, he plopped four waffles into the toaster, placing the cup of syrup into the microwave. “And your morning breath is a crackhead’s armpit, but you don’t see me complaining. I helped you shower last night, remember? I was too lazy to take a second one.” You blushed slightly and walked into the kitchen to join Stiles, hugging into his back as he poured hot syrup over his four, always four, waffles. One of his hands cuffed over your hold on him, and you kissed atop his back. You ignored the smell this time. “I can use another one, after I eat, though.” he mumbled, and you smiled against him.
⠀⠀⠀ “By yourself, though. I have to get ready.”
⠀⠀⠀ “After showering with me again, though. I think I’m worth another tardy.” His words were muffled with waffle, but the excitement remained evident in his tone. You slid a hand from under his and squeezed over it, before disconnecting from him. “Am I not worth a tardy? Am I just a quick fuck to you? Am I just your whore now? Where do we stand anymore?” Eyes rolling back, you shook your head and ruffled his hair, heading to your room.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
⠀⠀⠀ A loud sigh exasperated to vibrate off of all four walls in the classroom. “For the final Goddamn time, Stilinski, you are not a seat. Please remove Miss (l/n) from your lap.” With much hesitance, you were lifted back into your seat, the warmth from Stiles disappearing into the cold metal and plastic. “Back to textbook notes, class, please. . . for the love of God.” Chuckles scattered across the classroom, Stiles squishing his cheeks together in boredom.
⠀⠀⠀ Seeing as you shared half your classes with Stiles, a calculative move he bribed the front office to accomplish without alerting administration, this involuntary lap-sitting continued from class period to class period. Two teachers didn’t call him out for it, both being coaches either being out of the classroom for more than half the time or on their phones making plans for their teams, and the rest either snapped at the two of you or gave up after Stiles kept finding ways to ‘inappropriately’ touch you while class ran. You grew with the habit, a day-to-day thing that came with the perks of being Stiles’s girlfriend, so much in fact that it actually felt weird when you sat in your actual seat.
⠀⠀⠀ Lunch was a relief, Stiles plopping you down on his lap while you two shared a lunch. Scott and the rest of the pack rolled their eyes, while Stiles happily munched on gross school fries. “The fact that you inhale that mystery food is astonishing.” Lydia commented, munching on cinnamon dusted apple slices. Stiles continued to stuff his face, tossing a fry at the strawberry blonde. She passed the fry onto Liam’s plate with a scoff, the beta eating it without much thought, before, as normally most students did, spitting it out into a napkin and setting the nasty, spit-up fry pouch aside.
⠀⠀⠀ “I just don’t get it.” Scott chimed in in agreement, leaving Stiles to huff and wipe his fry-crust hand on the arm of Theo’s shirt.
⠀⠀⠀ With one hand on your thigh, he squeezed it and rested his chin on your shoulder. “Oh, wow, can you guys look at Liam?” Stiles chirped, softly rubbing your thigh and watching everyone eye the beta. “Shit, wow. Would you look at that. Look at him minding his own business. Isn’t that cool?” The pack groaned at the quip, Stiles grinning in satisfaction and pecking your neck. You smiled, patting his cheek gently, and ate a fruit cup. Liam didn’t seem to notice the attention was even on him, munching away at a cold ham sandwich from the salad bar.
⠀⠀⠀ “I love you, mouthy spaz.” You whispered, and Stiles smiled toothily against your skin, hugging you into him with a low sigh of content.
⠀⠀⠀ “I know.” he responded breathily, and you felt him flutter his eyes shut. “You have to, or else I’d die.” You rolled your eyes and fought your own smile when you felt his grow a little.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
⠀⠀⠀ Rubbing your temples in a mix of exhaustion and relief of being freed from education for the rest of the day, you opened your legs and slid down the passenger seat. Stiles had given you a ‘secret, never to be shown to the public eye’ second key to Roscoe, just so you didn’t have to wait in the heat or cold of the day for him to get to the jeep. He hopped into the car, tossing his backpack to the backseat like it had insulted him, and drummed his hands against his steering wheel. “What’re you feeling?”
⠀⠀⠀ You sighed, arching your back into his hand sliding across your shoulder blades to massage into the stiff muscles. “A two-cent hooker after a long night from the curb.” Stiles blew an airy laugh from his nose, digging his thumb and palm into the small of your back till you bent over the seat even more. “Or, maybe you after taking the Pacer Test.” A gentle smack to your arm made you laugh, Stiles ceasing the massaging and clicking your seatbelt for you, all the while forgetting his own blissfully. You leant against the door, having learnt to sleep against the unruly bumps and dips from the potholes Stiles sped through by now, skull pressed against the warm glass with the sun’s rays aiding your comfort.
⠀⠀⠀ Stiles kept the radio off, even the police scanner, occasionally peeking over to watch you nap. Eventually, his hand crept back to your back, rubbing it rhythmically. The amount of love the boy had for you was inexplicable.
⠀⠀⠀ An abrupt, sharp braking from Stiles woke you up peacefully, unclicking your seatbelt and about to exit the car, only to be stopped by a locked door. His eyes pleaded with you when you turned to give him a look, finally nodding and shaking your head at his gleeful smile. He swiftly exited Roscoe and went to your now unlocked passenger side, opening his arms and scooping you up to them. He nestled his cheek onto the top of your head, his heart thumping against your arm, particularly skipping a beat when you curled up against him. Forgetting about your backpacks, he kicked your door shut and dug into his pockets for your house key.
⠀⠀⠀ He greeted your parents quietly, sitting down on the couch with you still remaining within his arms. Your mother shut the door with a grin of most expectedness. “You two have a good day?” Stiles nodded, you doing so as well slowly. He cinched his eyebrows together, rubbing his hands across your shoulders and thighs, hoping to get you back to sleep.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
⠀⠀⠀ You awoke to a deeply asleep Stiles above you, his mouth agape and double-chin ever so preciously present. Reaching into your pocket, you pulled out your phone and decided not to move. The two of you probably napped till six, confirming the guess as you heard noises from the kitchen of your dad making dinner, and the quiet clicking of your mom finishing work on her laptop in the armchair beside you two. He snapped awake, jolting against you, from just your slight wiggling, smacking his cotton-mouth open and closed. “I haven’t slept this good since that night when we-” You smacked his chest, hard, and your mom suspiciously looked at the two of you. “watched that Star Wars marathon till 3.” Your heart rested when your mom bought the lie, tucking away the images of Stiles getting literally thrown out by your dad and your mom making you take a pregnancy test.
⠀⠀⠀ “What’s for dinner, dad?” you called out, Stiles stretching his arms out to the sides.
⠀⠀⠀ “Food.” he answered promptly, and you groaned, Stiles ruffling your hair and kissing your forehead. “Easy, Stilinski.” He paused mid-kiss, eyes widened, and you laughed.
⠀⠀⠀ The four of you ate dinner while watching a random movie, and as your parents, your mom before your dad, left, Stiles shifted you to sit in his lap properly, facing you to him. He leaned in, slowly, and the two of you kissed the day away for a while. He rolled circles in your sides. “Shower, now? At mine.” he requested, and you nodded your head in defeat.
⠀⠀⠀ He whooped, and he threw you off his lap before running upstairs to come up with a clever excuse to your parents of why you were staying the night at his. Stiles cheerfully came down the stairs with a bag already packed with your stuff, and you stood. “Let’s go before I change my mind.”
⠀⠀⠀ “You wouldn’t dare. Now, get your cute ass up. Pronto. Right this instant.” You rolled your eyes, hopping up and following him out the door.
⠀⠀⠀ A typical day with Stiles Stilinski, really.
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